Nighttime falls and I feel afraid.
The darkness that was gone has returned.
Dreading what’s to come,
I hold to the truth that it will pass.
The night is dark and often unbearable.
A time of no light and sometimes pain.
Like an insomniac at night I know it will be long,
But I hold to the hope that it soon will be gone.
This darkness is for a while,
But in the morning I once again can smile.
Saying that I made it and the night was won,
Because it didn’t consume me and day has begun.
I take it all in the sun and sky,
Pretending that one day I’ll grow wings and fly,
And show others how to make it through that thing called night.
Morning Due by Amber Johnson is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
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