I

Rise from my bed, I today as ever;
Warm are the tender rays of the dawn,
Cool is the touch of the earth,
Carpeted by grass, green and fresh with dew;
Caressing are the zephyrs flowing from the west;
Chirping the birds fly across the sky,
How beautiful it is a day, again.
Try as I many to drink in the freshness of the bright day
Fail these to dispel the mist of dismay, overwhelming the spirit.
Oh! Hatrd it is to believe, it’s me out here,
Numb is the mind, spirit of the heart, broken.
Glaring at an abyss I am, standing at the brink.
So wide is the chasm to get across, that hope has packed out in haste,
Of no avail seem to me any of the faculties that I can summon,
Perilously as I try to take a foot forward,
Chill runs down the spine. Quivering are all my limbs
And mind in quandary. Rise out of these smoldering ashes,
The determination and the faith, to conquer the impossible