As the birds wake up outside,
And the darkness begins to hide,
I to myself begin to chide.
“Why would you do this?
At least you have not died.”
Despite a setback here and there,
Despite prompts that felt unfair,
I made it through, I proved I care.
I did not fall into despair.
With faith from friends
the effort finally ends
And my next action truly depends
On solely me and the promises I keep.
Dawn awakens while I sleep
Is it okay for me to weep?
Until next year, new friends and old
Until the call back to the poetry fold.