Day of Mo(u)rning

 

Night terrors shudder you awake before sun.

Make your way to the deep half-moonlit woods.

Wait for the curtain to be lifted, the switch flipped,

Blue-black lightens. All of a sudden, the birds.

Follow the trunks of your fellow beings, tall trees

Silhouette hands raised.

Know you will be okay as long as the birds rise

And the trees stand tall.

Stand like these trees, rise like these birds.

Tomorrow, float in a sea of pink compassion.

 

About Erin W

A sensitive plant, bamboo strong.
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