The night is still
A calm has fallen down upon the world, no fights, no screams, only silence
My eyes glance out in to the distance, trying to find any sign of movement
Nothingness
The world has become an abyss
The only sound I can hear is that of my own heart, beating nice and slow
My breathing becomes irregular, as if growing claustrophobic from the lack of noise
The world seems to be caving in
And that tiny form of alleviation is starting to disperse along with the stars
Light raises over top the trees
Almost looking as if they are on fire
Suddenly, the earth becomes restless
Interrupted by the uproar of morning
My concentration is disconnected
As my eyes start to bounce from the blaze of light to the dark sky
The night being pushed away
Slivers of the shadows being cast out
All secrets forced to be seen
At the sight of the new morning
There comes despair
The fact that yesterday was not a dream
Thrusting acceptance of the day upon you
Another sunrise
Another day
Another chance to make mistakes
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This reminds me of a poem I wrote for your mom when we were dating. Later on she said that it really wasn't written for her but for God.
God doesn't mind when we question Him about how unfair life is. It's best to be honest about what you're feeling. If people can't relate to what you're writing, it's because they haven't experienced what you're experiencing. Just know that sorrow is as much a choice as joy. Find the good things in what you're going through and learn from the things that hurt. Let them teach you to appreciate the good.
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