Your Blinding Light

I rest in darkness and despair
Yet dawn cuts through black
Hope floods in, answer to prayer
All systems go: we seem on track

Your light is bright and it blinds
The pain of us seems to subside
Your beauty astounds and reminds
No matter the cost: worth the ride

I soar in daylight on wings of wax
Never remembering the prior crash
Our feelings: disparate; full of cracks
My wings are gone; unnoticed splash

But Brueghel was wrong: I didn’t expire
I’m rebuilding my wings; rekindling fire

This poem is about: 
My family
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