In The Morning

A poem in praise of tomorrow

In the morning,

the Sun will rise.

The blackbird’s melody will ring,

sing us a new day.

We will inhale and exhale.

The ground will feel the same beneath our feet.

Love will still exist.

The fight will still exist

in the morning

we will look in the mirror

wash our faces anew.

We will see our imperfections

And judge ourselves.

The devils — those we’ve created

and the inherited ones will

Still be present

and present another chance

for us to fight.

The fight will still exist

in the morning

The air will still be -

be brisk

be dirty

as the ground

as the ocean

as many a heart.

In the morning,

perhaps your heart will feel

more weighted

perhaps lighter.

But the fight will still exist

and just like every other day,

we are provided chance to swing

in the morning.