Hold My Hand

Early dark mornings

remind me of disparity

that comes before tranquility

just when sleeping bodies

meet eyes opening

like new baby born

to a new day.

Tell myself

“It’s all good, Young Blood,

you’re journey hasn’t even begun yet.

It’s only beginning,”

and listen now

to whispers of the future.

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