Tuesday, November 3, 2009

A new dawn. An old reality.

A new day has dawned,
and with it a fresh start.
A blank canvas allowing for countless opportunities.
But you, my child.
You lay still below the earth,
as you did yesterday,
and the day before that,
and the year before that.
Thirteen months of mornings have dawned,
three hundred and ninety seven new days.
Where was your fresh start?
Where were your countless opportunities?
A year and a month of sunrises have come and gone,
and not one of them had the power to make this right.
Not one of them could bring you back to me.

~Kristin Binder


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6 comments:

  1. (((Hugs))) I so hate the reality of every day, too.

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  2. Dear one...your words....."A year and a month of sunrises have come and gone,
    and not one of them had the power to make this right.
    Not one of them could bring you back to me."

    I'm crying with you....((HUG))

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  3. I love your poetry Kristin. Such honest words and somehow you manage to add beauty to all of this pain. Hugging you

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  4. Short and bittersweet but not without color, depth and great meaning...

    Your words are a beautiful painting on that canvas. Peyton is the paint. You're the paintbrush.

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  5. Beautiful, haunting words. This poem stirs so many hopeless emotions that I am all too familiar with. I agree with everyone, your pain bleeds such beautiful colors.

    xo

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  6. Every day, a new day without them. :(

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