Dawn Did Not Know

This is an old piece that I can’t get out of my head… How often does one mistake or tiny step down the wrong path define us in the eyes of others or change our our journey in ways we could not have imagined when we woke that morning?

I always try to judge a persons intention rather than the outcome – people try to do and say the right thing and it goes pear shaped and I would hate to disconnect with someone over a misinterpretation…. I was raised to believe people are intrinsically good after all.

This poem however is more about the times when you wake in the morning to a clear sky but it becomes clouded when someone else sets out to cut you down…. I want to say it does happen, but it does.

Be it for sport, politics or power – sometimes people are malicious and strike out to hurt others. Maybe to further their own advantage, or maybe to fuel their sadistic desires… Sometimes you see it coming sometimes you do not.

When I wrote, this I could see damage being done to someone I loved. They were burning inside. It hurt so much to see them hurting when I could see the source of their pain, whilst they could not.

The hurt was real, the damage was near irreparable – and dawn did not see it coming. But the next day, the sun did rise again.

Dawn Did Not Know

Poison bled across the skies

And of all the words I learned

There are none to disappear

Caused by an ill-timed breath

Cracks, stains and pain

Pain dripping from an unknown source

Bleeds ugly into man

Painting hate, sewing discord

The horizon is spoiled

Yet the sun still rises

Abandoning not our useless kind

Published by Josie Young

Josie Young is a writer, an activist and a lover of food, stories and stormy ocean skies. Previously a community project manager, Josie is also a full time mother and a free lance ghost and feature writer and editor. Josie Young holds a Bachelor of Arts in International Relations and Public Policy (2007), a Masters of International and Community Development (2009) and a Masters of Humanitarian Assistance (2017).

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