Early morning and all seems calm
but inside I feel an ache, a raging storm,
and there is no escape—
my soul has been sullied,
beaten n’ bent outta shape.

Once upon a time the world was bright and happy
it gleamed with light
was blissful, golden and so snappy—
but in an instant all went wrong
and no, there’s no joy
not one happy song.

They say luck is spinning like a wheel
what was up—has turned on its heel—
and in the garden of my life
the flowers have dried up,
my spirit withered, shriveled
and so my spark was snuffed.

I hope the day will come
and we shall meet again—
and then my heart will heal
from this dark daughting pain.

And yet, despite the ills,
the sickness n’ malaise,
I feel You with me now
and every morning— always —
so do not be afraid,
I shall — I will survive—
cos’ there I see the sun rise
and now I feel alive.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 16, 2019 | OC, California

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