I watch the sunrise
Its beauty stealing my breath
Leaving an orange glow on its surroundings
Leaving a little hope for the ones who seek it
The ones who succumb to the darkness
The ones craving warmth and beauty
The warmth and beauty they lost to the sorrow
We drown in this sea of pain and grief
The sunlight from the surface taunting us
Like a distant light you can reach for but never touch
A light we hope we will one day hold in our hands
You swim to the surface
Only to sink to the depths of the ocean
The sunrise a place you hold dear in your mind
A way to escape reality
A way to tell yourself
“It’s gonna be okay,”
A way to hold onto hope
With these broken hands
Bloody and beaten
I take a step towards the light
My face aglow
This light
This warmth
This beauty
This hope
This is why we search for our sunrise
-Lucy
Comments
I also wrote a six-poem collection to go with this poem, should I add it to YWP as well?
Yes, I hope that you do! This piece touches on the darkness -- it doesn't shy away from it -- but it ends on such a positive note, with such an appreciation for the beauty in life. I can't wait to see how the others play with these themes as well.
Thanks! The next five poems tell a story about two characters in my book series. One was murdered, and each poem represents one of the five stages of grief the other goes through. I researched the five stages, so it should be somewhat accurate. 'The sunset' becomes a metaphor often used in the next few poems.
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