The dawn creeps in,

yet I'm lost in night, 

Where dreams are shackles, 

holding tight. 

 

The world awakens, 

yet here I lie, 

In shadows deep, 

where my hopes sigh.

 

The sun's warm promise feels so remote, 

In this silent room, 

where sorrows float.

 

A mountain steep, 

each task, each chore, 

Through fog and fear, 

what am I waking for?

 

Yet, I stir, with a whisper thin, 

Seeking light, where darkness has been. 

In the smallest steps, 

hope’s ember glows, 

Guiding me where no one knows.