Mercy

I watched rising sun
Slip above the horizon
Of my empty days
And I cursed its intrusion
Upon misery's comfort

I remember them... those days of preferred darkness, mornings of comfortable sadness, and nights of unrelenting despair. Time offered no mercy and I certainly did not see promise in its passing. Sun still rose and set, clouds and stars still decorated skies, and journeys continued, but I?... I held fast to grief, embracing it, clinging to shadowed chaos claiming my soul, only sometimes begging for one moment of compassion, one moment of truth's oblivion. But slowly, so very slowly, the honesty and acceptance of life began to seep into my being, to fill the empty days. I was finally ready, willing, to see that compassion must often be born within. Perhaps this is the truth, the gift of time's mercy and the promise of every rising sun.



© mdbadgerow 2009