Morning Sun

In the shade of the morning sun, in the hue of the darkest blue, I emerge. From dark shadows, from yesterday and from their tyranny. I awoke with a new meaning in my life. Tomorrow has arrived and there is no time to waste. My life has begun…and I enter this new world with one thought and one thought only…I am Evangeline.

Consumed and enraged in my darkest hour,
   If I could lift my heart
   And give myself to the cause
   And let all the pain inside me subside.
I am distressed as I watch,
   Blood dripping and flesh ripping
   And my soul screaming for clemency.
I considered the night my friend,
   Like the arrival of the sun to go down,
   Like the twinkle of the first star in the sky,
   And unfortunately, it came…but with a passion.
My arms outstretched reaching for the sky
   Praying religiously from an ex-convert.
   And my tears falling, to be heard in vain.
In their hands and in their arms,
   I am fragile, yet durable like ancient oaks
   Soft as silk, yet hard as stone
   Only to be cut down and stripped of my humanity.
I search my soul and find nothing
   That could rescue me from this perilous depth
   And hope that the end is near and not so far away.
I hear myself weep and overcome with sorrow
   Torturous scathing at the hands of the wicked
   And libel ranting I believed to be true
   To strike deeply within and diminish any hope
   Of remaining while in body and in spirit.
I’ve become nothing, but a faceless leper
   And an innocent child victimized by war,
   Never heard nor seen, but a memory from a photograph.
But now I remember miracles like the sun arising
   To give birth to another day and a new life,
   Banish the night as if it were yesterday
   And regain my honor and treasure my worth.
I escape from tyrant’s hands and steel bindings,
   Engulfed in blue, such a beautiful hue
   Awakened from this nightmarish prophecy
   And shiver from the death I have evaded
   And shake from the unthinkable only to have it come true...