It's Gleaming

Each morning sunrise gleams as a reminder

that some days are easier than others.

And each nightfall moonshine is a gentle tap on my shoulder

to look carefully around the corners.

I do not know where safety is.

Each thought I do form is presented as a question,

about darkness and demons, laughter and lessons.

And my hands are searching rapidly through the pages in our books,

Maybe beneath the ink-stains are my answers.

How do I help the souls of the hungry?

How do I open the ears of the deaf?

How do I look through the eyes of the blind?

I do not know what happiness is.

Reviews

[Briana O'Connor]

This is sprinkled with deep thought provoking insight. I love the way you express the road of finding happiness without making it seem too glum. There is aura of darkness, but a ray of light, as well, in you words. Thank you for sharing. I enjoyed the read.