there is clarity
in the cold darkness
of a November morning;
before the sun hints
at the night sky
the cold bites
at exposed skin
awakening the mind,
driving out the clouds
of sleep
weighted by the trials
of days gone by;
in this dark silence
the crisp air makes
anything feel possible,
all paths are open -
free from doubt -
lean in,
take the first step
towards becoming
who you see
with these unclouded eyes
Author: zpotter
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when your days run out
there is no prize
for more:
for having seen more,
done more,
accumulated more,
there is no final measuring stick -
no comparison tool -
with which to measure yourself
against others
perhaps, history will remember you...
for a moment,
you won't know it,
so now what will you do
with today,
will you fill it
with life