I crave the dazzling colors
Twisting together in the early morning
Red
Orange      
Yellow                    
All churned into one image
Pulsing in my dark eyes
Elegantly finding the way
To the gloomiest pit of me.
They make a trail to my heart
Brightening the display
Pumping happiness to every joint,
Every bone structure,
Every muscle mass present.

Was this why I was told to enjoy the sunrise
Every morning as  petite child?
Did they know I would be this now?
Surely,
They must have.
I just wish they'd stopped me before this
Before I became my own enemy.