MIDNIGHT HOUR
It’s dark and unclear what the future holds.
So I take a piece of paper and let the pen tell the stories instead.
The hours flew by and am here wondering where I want to be by morning,
Hoping that when dawn comes I won’t sleep away what I have left trying to hold unto the dreams I don’t understand yet.
As far as I try to find meaning, I don’t know how to not lose love, kindness, friends and family.
I am far from perfect,
I am okay with not knowing,
I am fine with what comes next for I have no control,
I am going to be okay.
And at the end of the night,
If I close my eyes and I don’t find the sunset,
Then I will know that it wasn’t meant to be and I always knew eternity wasn’t promised,
When I finally come in terms with this,
Then, I know I will be fine for sure.
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