They say be positive and I want to
who will lament and temper the arrival of dawn.
Gray is the sky
pelting rain on the lonely road.
I am mostly not myself
in the expectant morning.
I take what is given
the smell of insecurity.
I breathe it in, gasping for oxygen
positivity is thin.
I am determined to fight
the mysterious outcome until known.
I wait patiently
until the gray sky invites the sunlight to shine.
I will leap and regale
in theever widening pale glow of dawn.
