It is morning,
And the sun shines again.

It is morning,
And the crippled man rises from his wheelchair for the first time.
He falls, but that experience isn’t worth a dime.

It is morning,
And for the first time, the depressed girl sits up in her bed.
She lays back down again, her mind
(thoughtlessly)
open.

It is morning,
And the miserable lot of souls heading to work
Look up into the sky,
Even if it means burning their weary business eyes.


It is morning,
And the ill-fallen girl raises her hand to the sky.

Her hope is renewed



                    one

last
                                         time.