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A reawakening so refined,
Unblemished retreat deep in silence,
Mannerisms willfully suppress mayhem.
An outcry lingers to ride the cape,
Of an encroaching sunset,
Blanketed in prismatic gold sequence.
Sleep like a rare Morning Glory,
Abiding in discipline,
Delayed in eloquence.
Much is to be exhibited,
Pungent smell of revival,
No glacial falling star, 
Among the shadowy night,
Can ever mask.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

A NEW DAWN…

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Heartbroken and anguished,

Sorrow, an anvil pressed upon my chest.

My love has gone…

Vanished into the sunset,

That never ending sunset, at no time to return.

Yet through my distress I remain asserted.

I will rise again.

Out of the muddy waters,

Like a Lotus.

To display great purity for the world to see.

I am hidden but not lost,

Melancholy but not despaired.

I await my break of day.

The surface, within my reach.

I will rise and bloom in wondrous fashion;

An awe inspiring beauty,

Full of peace and hope.

My awakening is destined,

Truth was never meant to be concealed.

Yes, out of the muddy waters,

I will rise again.

Just like the Lotus; the epitome of rebirth.

Such a lovely symbol,

On any given day…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.