Hope

Winter mornings are my favourite

Cold and crisp

Clear skies and a sun just peaking above the horizon

Perfection.

It is a world so full of hope

And so empty of people

And pain

Like I could be anyone

Do anything

I am ruler and subject and watcher, all at once

I feel free

It comes crashing down all too soon

But there is no stopping the sun

People flood into my perfect world

And with them comes the pain

The fear

And suddenly I am empty once again

It is strange

I am full when the world is not

And empty when the world is full

All my insides pulled out and laid bare for the world to see

The world finds them lacking

And being honest? So do I

For now I will wait

For my next perfect dawn

My next chance to be whole

Unbroken

Filled with hope.