Night now slowly dissipates to day
overhead the skies are filled with dread
—nefarious, these voices in my head.
Familiar now, this rain against the sill,
under endless mantle of pale gray,
nothing seems to change, the clock stands still.
Come what may, we’ll weather what’s ahead,
together we can fend away our fears
if we don’t let uncertainties adhere.
Once more, we'll face despair and doubt head-on,
not ceding to the darkness before dawn
…and all that we have faith will come to be,
lies somewhere in the heart of you and me.
© Ginny Brannan 2019
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