****** light
straining through a mess of clouds
barely alive
awake without energy
sunlight fading to darkness
as my life fades to death
I die
left broken on the rusty floor
killed by the struggle of the day
as morning light burns bright again
I rise a phoenix
triumphant
new
or am I an elusion
to be tomorrow
a great gift
of life its self
to carry on
if i were tomorrow