The Turbulent Dawn

There in the turbulence of dawn,

Beneath a troubled sky,
The sun burst through to change the view
That met my weary eye.
 
It was no more than the same sun
That I see every day,
And yet it shifted my whole world
With its fearless display.
 
It was not cowed by the dark clouds
That sought to dim its light,
And I won’t give in to the fears
That haunted me last night.
 
If it can rise up every day
And light a darkened sky,
Then I can do no less, myself,
Than to rise up and fly.