new beginning

drowning in the glow of a new dawn

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A brand new dawn is always clouded,

almost by its own optimism

if not by the optimism of the others.

 

Every dawn brings a promise with it,

a promise it could never hope to keep,

and the weight of expectation bloods it.

 

Success is impossible in the red glow,

and we crush ourselves upon its cliffs

trying to cling to the first ground we can

before the waves of water end us.

 

We floated in barrels like Tolkien’s dwarves,

occasionally choking on the water,

but not quite drowning from the trip,

but something changed in us from it.

Optimism fights reality

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Every touch,

a piece of heart,

a lonely pair,

with a new start.

 

Prophets didn't write it down,

a new beginning, a new town,

a fresh filter for my thoughts,

throw the old ones to the dogs.

 

I watch the sun rise over hills,

you populated with poison quills,

but will roam around no longer.

 

My strength returns slowly;

my eye catches a ray of sun,

a ray of hope,

a new dawn.

 

Infused with energy,

a smile spreads across my face like cancer,

the chances of its survival are the same,

or maybe not this time.

 

Optimism fights with reality,

a spear tipped with malice and distrust,

swinging like a welterweight in the first,

occasionally biting crimson,

but often slicing air alone;

the battle will end somehow.

 

Everything ends,

somehow.