I am not sure, at dawn cannot be sure; <br />perhaps my newly-recovered soul leads to egocentricity, <br />but it feels the birds, chitter-chattering in grandeur <br />as though they direct their sweet, individual voices just to me; <br /> <br />I could never be entirely sure, could never really know <br />if indeed they invite me to return to their world outside, <br />embracing, encouraging, their beaks as cupid's arrows, <br />urging me to join them, to release myself again to 'try'; <br /> <br />................ <br />(I cannot be sure, <br />but I feel I simply 'know', <br />that it has lost its black allure, <br />that then ever-present crow <br /> <br />that, though I couldn't have really been quite certain, <br />seemed almost to reside by my windowledge, <br />swooping, and circling, daring me to be beaten, <br />as I could not help but hear its ominous sound of death) : <br /> <br />................. <br /> <br />I cannot be entirely sure... but I truly feel it again; <br />that I will rise, far away from the ghosts of times since past, <br />that the inward-shining sun will battle with the outside rain, <br />and, released, this once more joyful spirit will soar, to the sky, at last.<br /><br />Tara McH<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dawn-of-uncertainty/
