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Life at Dawn

This poem was written for my mother, to be read at a graduation for school counselors. It was meant to reiterate the importance of the seminars they had attended, and their purpose towards those who are young and may be lost.

today is born a part,
of a whole

to help fill in the hole,

in our humanity


a hope to the dusk

and darkness

of them among us


a seed to be planted,

among them

a seed of hope,

to bring to life

the reason for being

a hand held out,

to those in despair

a whisper,
one of hope

so that they may rise
with the dawn,
shed their despair,
and start living again
having found that delicate thread

they had lost,
in the cruel labyrinth,
that is life

and therefore,
we may smile

as we know we are:

the part
the hope
the seed
and the hand

at the dawn
of life

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