This Mourning

I am this morning
Mourning
The mornings past
The things undone
The comfort unsaid

I am this morning
Mourning
The guitar not strum
The call not made
The words not written

I am this morning
Mourning
A nest empty
Family flown
A brother lost

I am this morning
Mourning
The cheek not caressed
not kissed
The chance, not chosen

I am this morning
Mourning
The time turned
The lover left
The heart hurt

I am this morning
Holding hope in my hands
Embers smouldering, smoking, unburning

Hoping for hope as a flame
I breathe upon them
And
Flame flickers, 
Flying forth 
…with warmth,

And
The frost of the day
Melts away
I rise

I am this morning 
Standing
Grateful
With hope just warming
The holes in my heart.
In my hearth, 
There burns
A new day
A new way
Anew, this day

© 2023 02 17, Samir Malak