It begins the life, the new morning,
light broken, renewed on the rocks of death.
I've stared into the abyss and its warning,
and searched for home in all the familiar places.
All we want is another day, another breath,
and the old familiar comfort of faces.
I am done with dreams and ghosts,
compelled by endless fear that has no name,
Emotions introduced by nameless hosts,
arriving by the hour and season beyond count.
Such change would not leave us the same,
fear and courage in the same amount.
Brian Francis Hudon
September 21, 2020
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