Promises in conversations made, as I whisper in the night. Only to find memory gone, with the rising light.

Tapping counts like drum sticks pounding, my brain set in motion.
Illusions come and fade to go, leaving me drowning in emotion.

Cast about I write the list, ignoring my very own plea. Pain so clearly visible, runs deeply within me.

Each day brings a new hope, as I let the sunrise warm me from within. I pick up all the pieces of myself, and with strength begin again.