In the morning I am new
I’m not a child
Yet that version of me sits here, too.
We take turns sharing our truths;
She reminding me who I am –
Me telling her she no longer has anything to fear
She helping me see who I was supposed to be
Me seeing her, loving her, knowing her
Realizing we’re mending one another.
In the morning I am all I need to be
I am comforted, content, carefree.
Whatever the day holds cannot undo
The quiet resolve that makes its way
Into my unstable places at the start of each day.
The voice that whispers, “you are enough”
Is desperate to be heard, to be believed.
Today I will listen, I will hear, I will agree.
This morning I am free
I embrace my place in the world
Supported by the stability of a newfound autonomy.
When the morning is gone and nightfall arrives
I close my eyes and rest – the dark will not defeat me,
For morning returns after every evening and,
I’m not afraid to live in the hours between.