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