The Morning After

The sun came up. I didn't think it would. I thought the

world ended right where I stood. The clock is ticking.

The birds are awake. I'm staring at the ceiling, expecting the break.

But my heart is beating steady and slow, despite the massive heavy blow.

I thought the darkness would swallow me whole. Take every piece of my weary

soul. But look at the light creeping on the floor. I'm not who

I was yesterday anymore. This is the morning after the fall.

I'm still standing. I'm standing tall. The scars are fresh but the air is clear.