The first pale light of morning
nudges the drapes aside
and tickles my eyes to wake
to a brand new day
of new possibilities
and hope for the future -

Yesterday has been pronounced
dead and there is no use
in exhuming the dead ghosts
of failure and lost dreams
in the obituary
when I can live for today -

So I resolve to enjoy
the gift of life that has
been given to me this morn
and let tomorrow take
care of itself ... tomorrow
as I watch the sun rise -

And see the message written
in brilliant color just
for my eyes to read ... I
breathe in renewal and
refreshment in the breezes
of restored sanity .

(c) 2005, Karla Dorman.