Yes, you’ve made it through.
Don’t give up now that the night is darkest.
Let the day-spring dawn upon you.
You stare at the horizon’s farthest,
Don’t let slip the beatific dew.

Look at stars fade away.
So let your misery too, not your dreams.
The world shall hear your euphoric yawp of gale,
Not your muffled screams.
See the sun shine, you’ve made it through yesterday.

Revere the sun and rise.
Fly, don’t fear a fall.
It’s not about winning in a trice.
It is about losing it all,
And let a new beginning suffice.

© An Unknown Wanderer