The Morning Light

When the scars of night meet the morning rays

And the blood on your hands can’t be cleaned,

When you have hurt others in too many ways

And guilt has been continually glean’d,

Return to me, my morning light.

When the demons have made your head a home

And your own home has become a prison,

When their words and your fears become a dome

And its veil pushes a dark decision,

Return to me, my morning light.

Who am I, you ask- where can I be found?

How can you find what seems small and distant?

You ask me where I am- I say turn around;

My essence is with you every instant.

I am the memories you hold so dear,

And the people with whom you create them.

I am the product of your pain and fear,

Because I could not exist without them.

I am your will to fight, your greatest joy,

The desire you have to love and be loved.

I am the smile of a love so coy,

That masks the wounds by the unreproved.

Never forget this of your morning light-

I cannot be seen without the night.