No matter how much darkness I believe
I possess inside my soul, the sunlight
never fails to find me. It searches in
the early morning as skies brighten and
Gulls scream at the clouds above. It
creeps through the luscious green leaves
blossoming into life. It skims across
roof tops and crawls across the cold concrete.
It goes to war with storming clouds
and disintegrates the coldest frosts.
It disperses the shadows and lights
the smallest flickering flame inside of me
dispelling the emptiness of my darkened
Karen Hayward ©2016