Sunrise

The safety that comes with evening
and the fear that comes every morning
I felt soft release in an underground room
but even I knew that day would come soon
I wrapped myself up
in cardboard and cuts
but even I knew
the sun would come up
and I would have to protect myself
all over again

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2 responses to “Sunrise

  1. Pingback: Refreshing – A Saturday Poetry Post « Lyrical Anarchy

  2. Wow. I love this on such a personal level. ~ Jen

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