Until The Daylight Comes
By Jane Tawel
September 27, 2018
Until the Daylight comes,
I lie broken
Sleepless
Afraid.
Until the Daylight comes,
I lie
Breaking
Truth-less
Afraid.
And until the Morning Star breaks the dark
And breaks the dark in me
I fight the demons of the night
Real and unreal
Forgetting that Hope
Comes with the Light.
But Ah, My Soul Awake!
Hope Comes Renewed
with the Rising of the Morning Star.
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Jane Tawel
"I'm Nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too?" In the words of that now famous "nobody", Emily Dickinson, I am a nobody, committed to the idea that words matter and that expressed creativity, no matter how crumb-y gives us hope. And as Dickinson also wrote, hope will keep us safe and warm together, even though it asks not so much as a crumb from us. My own journey in this world often takes the form of seeking those things that matter through exploring the written word in essay and poetry. Even the small and unknown of us are made better through the creative process. I am thankful to have a home in this blog to store my thoughts and thankful for any who sit awhile in this blog home, seeking crumbs on their own journeys. May you stay safe and warm and full of hope.
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