Living

Living

 

As the sunlight peeks over the horizon,

My melancholy mood strives to cling

more tightly to my soul;

To press back the warmth of that divine orb...

to once again leave my heart cold, dead and barren.

 

I stare longingly at the glistening rays.

Oh, to feel the comfort of them

upon my countenance once again!

Dare I break the yoke of my inauspicious ways?

Dare I grip my courage with both hands?

Do I choose to, once again, walk the path of the living?

Or, do I remain in the grey-scale of shadow?

Pondering these things,

my heart races as I raise my foot

to step into the light...

My body shudders in pleasure

as the first rays bathe my skin.