Dawning Creations

Bent not broken,
cast aside,
a somber token.

The sun is up,
boasting his morning light,
following coffee with oatmilk creamer,
and an urge to conquer the great odds,
the anxiety involving the what ifs
and self doubt.

But then, I see his face.
I see the innocent sparkle,
the light shining brighter than
what I am afraid of.
I’m brought back to those days,
those vulnerable, gullable days.

My mind isn’t hazy
and I can climb anything,
any obstacle,
I can flip though and cycle on repeat.

Then, I see his face,
his honesty, his superior will.
I’m brought back and I feel light,
not held back by a 35 year old body.

My mind isn’t hazy and I’m whole and brave, and full of wonder, looking through his eyes, I believe in myself, the magic again.