Sunday Mourning

I made it through the dark better than the night before. Sleep did come. Dreams did not.

Waking in the dark before the sun rises, I wonder…will it?

And then…it does and I find myself watching the dawn of yet another day. Feeling the new and ever-present weight in my heart. The closeness of my tears. My trembling breath….

I find myself noticing that the birds are chirping and singing as the sky brightens…they are telling me that if I listen…if I watch…if I wait…I will hear the joy of their morning song again.

But will I?