always moments before the sun rises

in the depths of my shrinking room

as life threatens to slip past in an endless

chasm of black.

my mind is the fuel for the fire

that ignites clasping onto curtains of terror

resentment crawls,

ready to construct rigid walls.

but

a periphery of light

enters through the pink tinted clouds

and passes feathery emerald leaves

illuminating prospects of a new day.

and I

stare longingly

at the heavens,

the radiating sunlight

enveloping my

free soul in a warm embrace.

the beauty of my sun arising daily

is worth losing sleep.

worth waking.

worth surviving the day.

worth living.