I awake at sunrise,
even when night has broken me.
Shadows whisper my failures,
but the sun sings my name
and I listen.
I walk with trembling steps,
but each step is a drumbeat,
a life tempo,
a chorus of hope.
I've carried storms inside my chest,
drowned in oceans of uncertainty,
yet here I stand
a lighthouse,
shining for the lost.
Every scar is a song,
every tear a note,
every breath a verse
in the anthem of becoming.
I am not my mistakes,
I am the second chance melody.
I am not my fears,
I am the fire that engulfs them.
I am not my past:
I am the horizon
wide, waiting, infinite.
Let the world attempt to silence me then.
I will wake at dawn.
I'll sing with the sun.
And I'll never give up until the sky itself claps for me
first
s~m~i~l~e of dawn
as silver dew
on green leaves~
sun w°a°r°m°s
them with love
Dawn is rekindled
with shadow's memory taints
first light touches last-
the clock repeats each moment
time unbroken, circles whole
Insight can break walls
fences splinter; borders fade
voices burn with flame-
yet listening inclusive
re-shapes the field of conflict
What the hour discards
may conceal its tender core
child in bath water-
awareness rescues essence
past reborn in present tense
Memory reborn
old clocks glimmer in dawn's glow,
echoes in their place-
the past is not left behind
unfolded to becoming
Imagine waking-
to an endless horizon
future without bars
renewal becomes the seed
as daybreak remakes the sky
AWAKENING
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
dawn's fresh wakening
the wind's gentle kiss on skin
new beginnings born
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 16 Contest //Sponsored by: Mark Toney
( 7th Place )
Written: September 12, 2025
She walked through nights no one noticed
feet heavy, heart heavier.
The silence of the world felt overwhelming.
as if kindness had disappeared.
Then, without warning
someone reached for her...
steady, warm, unexpected.
The road behind her remained,
but she could finally move forward.
For nights she had slipped alone
masking grief with pale smiles
hiding pieces of herself -
that no stranger would ever see.
Her legs ached,
her body protested
and still she whispered:
"this journey is mine alone."
She found a quiet strength,
somewhere along the way.
As she moved forward,
she held one quiet truth:
even when the night is long,
even in the darkest times...
kindness finds its path.
A simple act of care can break through
the darkness,
and the light of a new day comes,
no matter how long the night.
When she finally stops,
she lifts her face to the sun
and carries one truth:
between falling and standing,
she found him...
and the light he gave her
will walk with her forever.
Dawn is a broad, unflawed painting
hanging on the loose threads of light,
hiding first behind wavering bulrushes on
the soft spikes of day
before spilling the good spell on us
of a new beginning.
In the dawn's gentle light, I see my mistake,
On our special day, I caused your heartache.
Forgive my foolishness, my words out of line,
I never meant to tarnish our love's shine.
With every breath, I regret the pain I caused,
In moments of anger, reason was paused.
But in the morning's glow, I see clear,
I'm sorry, my love, for my actions sincere.
Let me make amends, let me make it right,
I'll hold you close through the darkest night.
For in your embrace, I find my peace,
My love for you will never cease.
For only a few days, a sojourn
With the mountains or by a waterfall
In search of an autumn dawn
Amidst the mist on the blades of grass
_______________________
10 September 2025
When sun was at its highest,
midst the burning heat of noon,
'neath the shady bough we kissed,
one heady day late June.
A pledge of love undying
you promised faithfully;
vowing that your heart,
you'd give to only me.
As we spoke of passion,
your hands and mine explored,
desire filled my soul,
the heat inside me soared.
We came as one together,
beneath a sky of blue.
Our hearts and souls connected,
my body joined to you.
Our love we did surrender,
on that heady day late June,
when sun was at its highest,
midst the burning heat of noon.
With A Gentle Hand
Contest //Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
( 9th Place )
Written: September 7, 2025
With a gentle hand,
You balance the world while its feet are still untried…
little fingers twist like seashells
around the promise of tomorrow.
Love is gentle in this place;
it hides within a cradle song,
a steady thrum of trust
leaning into your heart.
Every touch becomes a promise
each embrace a refuge -
showing the fragile ones
that gentleness carries power.
When the lullabies grow silent
your hand remains
carrying tomorrow gently
like sunrise opening the sky.
awake usual thoughts
failures made imposed
turn others sleep
those like may also awake
guilt not helping light
rest night fears conflicts
wars doubts known not
all prepositioned
keep hope peace joy love
isolated chambered atomized
quarked vanquished
Lord Jesus maybe will
many claim dead still
resurrection appendage
little importance since
not fit soteriology
identity not body
only survives death
timeless eternity reincarnated heaven
space sans time spent looking edge
those not yet arrived
waiting again undiscovering
one another simultaneously
except frozen eternity
Lord be raised embodied ongoing
time continued timely together
see those sleep those cannot
night pray
now three two hours
now one before dawn
dream vacation dawns
sunrise on malibu beach
~ heartbeat longs for love
AP: Honorabke Mention 2025
Angels scatter like clouds
The sun's smile on our true vows
Silence as nature holds her breath
in a promise of victory over death
Sun rise freely with all it's might
Saying goodbye to the dead of night
A cloak of woven colors weaved in rays
Bring on hope of glorious day
Descending a steel flight of stairs
Dawn breaking through sky so dark
Sun rising as I walk free from stares
On route to the swing set in the park.
Sunrise painting sky palest shade of blue.
Break of dawn as usual with pale yellow hue.
Tint in the clouds of pale purple so true.
A gradient of gentle pale colours risen anew.
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