It came only after I agreed

To close my eyes

And trusted enough

To open them again.


Through the fog.

The rainfall.

In dusty rooms.

Bloodshot eyes.

I searched.


Over wet pages.

Throbbing knees.

With shattered breath.

Smeared fingers.

I labored.


Not in the dark,

Or in the moment of confusion,

But with a new ray of morning,

It landed at my feet.






Photo by:

Kyle Szegedi

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