A Second Chance At The Day

It is not too early for this day
to be a closet full of moths,

not too soon for these hours
to require days of rebuilding.

Last evening's storm
purged the summer air,

and the sun is barging in
like some cosmic liberator

bent on defeating the darkness
inside this little room;

but it cannot defeat
the darkness in me.

Hope is a frightened child
cowering in a corner -

I cannot coax it back
with baubles or sunlight,

so I set up the props
and whisper to myself,

where there are shadows
there must also be light.

 

Good finish Hugh, I likey

 

Thanks Tom.

 

This poem is really beautiful. Love it.

 

Glad you like it. Thank you for featuring it.

 

A little bleak for a sunny Saturday afternoon! I might come back to read it on Monday!

 

I hope you will, Michael.

The darkness is real. But so is the light.

"Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in"

Leonard Cohen
Anthem, 1992​

 

Yes indeed, they are! Nice quote!