Sunlight in the Morning

Somewhere I am told,
there is sunlight in the morning.
Peace and promise.
The return to warmth.

For me, it is later in the day.
Mornings are darkness and battles,
a reclaiming of territory,
a bit of blood shed each day,
victories each morning,
but never lasting.

Still, I see the light in the morning
and it is beautiful.
A thing
worth the battle.

About this Poem

Mornings are hard. Mondays are the hardest. But depression is worth fighting. There is light out there and I want my share.

Tom