Read Poem: Shadow of a Man, by Steve Dawson

For some, as dawn breaks, there is new hope.
A hope of life, of change.
With prayer’s existence, the heart awakens and is not yet dead.
For others, the light is scarring and endless.
As the day slips away, one by one,
The chest pounds unevenly, falling upon deaf ears.
That first ray of light sears the blood red lids
As they crackle open, dredging up the past and the present.
That first warmth sends chills of freedom and security
Shooting all through the icy, crimson veins.
Peeking through the thin, fine hairs, a blurring tear forms.
Not from pain, but from life.
The ears perk as the songs of the uninhibited
Winged warriors pierce the beaten flesh.
The bones remind of the darkness before.
With the first small movement on the man-made floor.
The emptiness becomes numb as time draws out.
With the knowledge of need but the reality of drought.
The pupils peer around as the shadows grow long.
Seeking familiarity, a lone face in the many.

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