Half light

Samuel

 

 

I want to believe in the sunrise,

that the sky still remembers

how to blush after a long night.

 

But shadows linger,

stretching thin across the floor,

reminding me

that morning doesn’t erase the dark —

it only softens it.

 

I hold hope like a fragile match,

small flame cupped in my palms,

but doubt leans in heavy,

a breath that could snuff it out

with one careless sigh.

 

Maybe that’s the truth of it —

hope was never meant to be certain,

just stubborn enough

to glow in the cracks

where doubt thought it would rule.

  • Author: Samuel (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 28th, 2025 05:49
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  • sorenbarrett

    Powerful lines of poetic breath that I can hear, feel and smell. It speaks to me a fave



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