Future Days

how much darker will the days grow,
when might we find the dawn
of a new beginning;
hope is a gossamer thread
and our hands are blunt instruments,
clinging in desperation,
we beg a sign,
for the light we see
is a confusion of potentialities,
and we hunger for substance -
it can't all come from within -
something to reward our faith,
that better days lie ahead
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Dawn Reveals

sunlight bleeds dawn onto the black night sky,
its light revealing the depth of our wound;

for we are a damaged people
shrouded in the sadness
of our collective hatred
of those things we choose not to understand;

can we heal this open hurt
whose roots are sown so deep?

with the warmth of love
and the gentle patience of time
we have a sliver of hope;

we must cling to it,
nurture it,
help it to grow
that we might realize
a happier dawn
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