Every morning
Sun breaks into my window,
Lighting up all the dark corners
Of my room,
Showing me hope,
Smiling,
Wearing the brightest light,
And I caress it gently
To relish its taste,
Looking right at it,
Disarming it with impaling eyes,
Seeing through it,
Like I know how to read books,
Let alone read people.
I catch a glimpse of its soul,
Through the blinds of its eyes,
To find the gist of clean,
Of innocence pristine –
My saviour who pulled me
From the vale of death,
Brought me to the light of the living
From yesteryear’s night.
Now I hold every reason to
Worship its face,
Every reason to
Revere in its glory.
Like imprints in time
I have taken photographs of my life,
Held them captive in a cage
Right next to my heart
Where all my treasures stay.
In direst times,
I am often clouded by gloom,
I hold even bad memories so close,
They call me farce.
But every memory is a road map
That builds up to my dream,
And for that, I remain grateful.
Like clockwork my sun shines,
Every morning in my room
It is only a matter of looking.