Dark night to a Bright morning
Those nights I hate.
The nights where I can only think about you, but not good thoughts.
Those nights filled with anger and rage.
I hate those nights.
The nights where I think that unbearable pain will never go away, and I will sit here in the dark trying to figure it out forever.
Those nights I hate.
But those mornings I love.
I am at peace in the morning, you don’t cross my mind once.
And why should you? I doubt I cross your mind father.
Those mornings I love.
When the sun comes up and you feel the heat gliding across your skin letting you know, you might be broken, you might feel dead
But you are alive, you are precious.
Those mornings I love.
I am a new person, with a new start with each new day.
So those nights that I hate, that I dread,
Are always reassured by those mornings.
Those mornings that make me whole again.
