I wait for the sun to rise—
a quiet ritual I never outgrow.
Even when my eyes ache
and my thoughts unravel,
I remain here, patient for my daylight.
The night is lonely, the dark unkind,
yet I choose to stay
until the first drop of morning touches me.
For waiting is for souls who cherish
what lies beyond the horizon
and who trust that even in an unfair world,
the light will return.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC
I wait for the sun to rise—
a quiet ritual I never outgrow.
Even when my eyes ache
and my thoughts unravel,
I remain here, patient for my daylight.
The night is lonely, the dark unkind,
yet I choose to stay
until the first drop of morning touches me.
For waiting is for souls who cherish
what lies beyond the horizon
and who trust that even in an unfair world,
the light will return.
