“No matter the wreckage, they still sing for you.” – Kate Baer

 

How many times have I laid awake

All night, convinced this was the end? 

So often, I have believed that this

Was the Thing I could not recover from. 

 

Yet, the morning sun still pokes through

The lace curtains and dispels the shadows. 

The birds still greet the day with their songs. 

The world awakens around me and moves on. 

 

I am resurrected with the new day,

So long as I am breathing it will

Never be too late to start it all over. 

After tragedies big and small, there is

No other choice.