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.