MORNING By Ozioma Ogbaji

In the morning, everything is new
Birds sing as black slowly turns blue
In the morning, a new me is awakened
My faith is stronger and my fears are taken

My fears are taken by morning's rebirth
Fresh as the dew clinging to my feet
In the morning, there is a new me to meet
Whom the blinding night has deemed fit to birth

In the morning, my flaws are still the same
Like the yellow sun, everyday like flame
In the morning, I realise my mistakes
And I know better what is at stake

In the morning, I let go of the night
I let go of the dark, I embrace the light
In the morning, my eyes are brighter
My dance is better, my laugh is lighter

My smile is warmer, my kiss is softer
My hug is closer, my speech has no stutter
It is a good morning for I am a new me
Awakened, refreshed, new, free


FOOTNOTE
"Morning" here can be likened to the moment of self-realization