Before the Dawn

A poem about being able to go on.

Before the Dawn

Dark the night and the shadows deep,

as we lay down and fall to sleep.

Our goal is but to greet the sun,

before our final song is sung.

This is our life for good or ill,

a world of strife that saps our will.

The hardest things with which we struggle:

daily pain and constant trouble.

What do we hope to one day see?

Is there an end to misery?

With all we do and all we say,

will it be cruelly snatched away?

Our hearts can take only so much,

before we feel death’s icy touch.

Solace is sought, not to be found.

Wishes are brought into the ground.

Yet, what we fear is nothing new.

Shedding our tears we make it through.

Telling ourselves once more to rise,

off the shelf and into the skies.

All of our loss is turned aside.

Despair is tossed, dismay denied.

That which conspired to cause us grief,

now has expired, beyond belief.

For when the smoke does flee away,

we have awoke to see the day.

Standing upright, we take some steps;

into the light, up from the depths.

Holding our precious memories,

feeling the blessed cooling breeze.

What we will find, while going on:

the darkest time before the dawn.