The risen sun

The risen sun

A Poem by Barnabas
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A metaphoric sonnet of the thoughts of a woman in labor and the dawn.

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The mourning of the long time grips me tight.
Oh how I desire the morning's light
where my unflinching pains farewell I bade,
but of the rising sun seems far in sight
of which I have prayed for with all my might.
My hopes of the future will soon grow fade
if the time crawls like a snail in the night.

My tears are turned into fears by my plight,
yet, the rising sun seem like a decade.
The night is a battle I must fight
but my plight has grown to another height.
Then I see the adversary with a blade
proceeding to slit my throat in the night
as I pushed my morning sun rose so bright.

© 2012 Barnabas


Author's Note

Barnabas
The greatest joy of motherhood is birth of the agony associated in childbirth. This agony is later converted to joy when the delivery is successful.

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Added on September 15, 2012
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Tags: sonnet, labor, poem, dawn, risensun, sun, hope

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Barnabas
Barnabas

Kaduna, Nigeria



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My name is Barnabas and I am a student. I hail from Kogi state, Nigeria (west Africa). I love to think of stories. more..