At some point…

At some point…

As this new day opened it eyes at me, all I wanted to do was sleep. Lock myself up and weep.

With much rage I closed my curtains. Still, I can see the new day just wants a climpse.

Why me! Get out now and leave!
Hurt, got burned, never stood firm. Shattered nerves, shaky hands, sweaty palms. For so long that had to last.

Just face the new day, if you look her in the eyes you might just realise it’s time for you to also rise.

The New Me.
Look up, for a second it seems the sky is burning. Pink, red- everywhere. Inside you something began stirring… Just as the beautiful new day and sky can look at you with fiery eyes, so can you get up and RISE!