Choice
- Jul 20, 2015
- 1 min read

Awaken
Against the fury of time.
Morning, flooding into the thoughts of my mind.
I tip and waver in the cracking of conscience,
Responding, revolting against the urging of the day.
Then slowly and fully shafts of light pierce the gray.
I shift and shadows become reflections
As planetary night falls into remission
And the clouds around me give way as
I draw breath to proclaim to myself that today
I choose
Joy.



































Comments