Poem: Rising

It is early in the morning, the sun has still not rose.

I am out of my bed thinking about my day.

It will be the same as yesterday.

My hope and dreams are gone. I am no longer me.

I cannot see the stars, even with my light being almost out.

The trees are no longer making a sound.

The wind is not my friend.

My life is no longer my life.

My friends are no longer my friends.

The dreams that I dreamt are floating away.

I need to find a new me or least look for the old me.

The one that gives me strength and the one that will be worth living.

My time is now, and my hope is forever.

The sun is down now, but I know one day it will rise.

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