Progression
A restless slumber; waking
Prior days anxieties extinguished
Rising is the early Phoenix
A new day has dawned
Born from the ashes of predecessors
Progression through past failures
Ones’ life is their own
As intense as the early sun rise
Mellow yet growing in profoundness
Ones high time will come if they will it
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world