I open my eyes as the glow of the morning seeps into the room.
My mind immersed in a sleepy fog,
the voice in my head speechless,
shocked by the darkness that has left.
Do I turn a blind eye?
Let it drown in a hollow light?
Watch as a broken soul is stitched
together by a needle of empty hope?
Or do I welcome its shade?
Be paralyzed by an unseen night?
Bask in the sun
leaving a bruised soul untouched?
A deep breath,
a sick sigh,
I step out the door and
I hold my head high.