Midnight
Can you grasp a piece of midnight,
from the furthest reach of the sky,
when it seems nothing has gone right
and there’s no reason why?
Can you see yourself from the shadows,
in the place you’ve been hiding there,
then come to grips with who you are
and finally breathe the air?
For birds believe they’re born to fly.,
each seed knows it will grow.
So likewise, you’ll be who you are…
if at midnight you grasp what you know.
Copyright © Jeff Bresee | Year Posted 2024
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