There’s a darkness in the morning light.
A reminder of cycles.
When I open my eyes I see the same
Old things that bleed imprisonment.
I go to the same old places
That beckon my time.
I wish to break loops and hope
For something different,
And I may be able to change it all.
But where do I even start?
We should strike fires together.
New lives without familiar walls.
Not so much to change us completely,
But to make us comfortable.
I will reach my hand out.
Let’s step forward together.