Sadness

Mourning
Numb, denial
Loss. I'm lost
Desperately yearning for peace
Sun is rising
but I can't see
I feel the warmth coming
it's almost dawn
Morning

I wrote this poem when I lived in China. I was going through a difficult time, but I had such hope. Right now I am in a place where I can't see the hope so clearly. So I am borrowing hope from the past and from the people who make up my community.