Upon Every Sunrise

Upon Every Sunrise

Sitting in the corner, quietly observing
The life of the party, I scroll through
Mental images of those we’ve buried;
Memories aged, blurred by
Tears, salty with a touch of ocean
Where is the miracle?
But upon every sunrise, every
Tide drawn by the moon, every
Green shoot greeting the sky, and every
Love not forgotten,
I dance.

It’s nice to write free-form after a month of prompts and themes (but I do think I’ve grown due to all the hard work and am grateful to have put in the effort).

Be well,

Monty