At Dawn
Light breaks the gloom
a smile peers the dawn
a reflection of fear
built throughout the years
holding off the questions
burnt beneath the soil
The Daisy blooms
with her brightened whites
but what's not seen
an utter fight
twisted truths
and sleepless nights
turmoil chokes a fading light
In the face of dawn
she takes her cue
not hinting of a single clue
breathing deep and pushing through
for what is one supposed to do
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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