Slowly I rise from dream,
things shifting in my head,
words read the night before
falling from my lips
in a hushed whisper
that I can only hear.
The day is new
so is the year
and the tear shed yesterday
is the thorn that reminds me
that I have been redeemed.
Walking I find a conversation
with the one that has
brought me through the pain,
now I seek to find
what my purpose is
while I wait for sleep to take me away again.
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