I wrote this fridge magnet poem last night when I was feeling particularly emo, I really hate feeling like that. It is really not me at all. I like to be funny, happy, flirting, joking and laughing or quiet and contently relaxed. I don’t do angstig very well. But today the world seems better, I guess it is in moment like last night that you have to hold onto the dawn light as yet unseen.
Will my soul soar again,
above the shadow clouds?
Does one wake from this cold?
The journey through the dark seems unending
A fragile whisper – almost dawn
the heart must believe in light yet unseen.