promise

there is a wearying weight to joy
that presses hard on the anchored heart,
the light elation that pulls against the dark
and tears us up by our black roots
threatening to expose what we have buried

i would sing for you if the air were there
but for now my words will be laid down
till the breeze stirs at this night’s end,
for there is always the promise of dawn

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