Breaking Dawn
Cold floorboards groan beneath my feet,
Shadows stretch where the moon won’t meet.
Flicker of a dying candle’s glow,
Tracing doubt on this long, cold show.
Breath on glass, a ghost of “why?”,
Every echo dies before I cry.
But that promise hums, a steady chord,
Like a lighthouse beam through raging sword.
I grip the edge of what I know,
Feel the dark begin to bend, to bow…
Oh, breaking dawn! Tear the dark apart,
Let the sun reclaim my fractured heart.
Piano keys like hammer strikes of grace,
Strings and guitars scream my saving place—
This is the light I fought to find,
Breaking dawn, you’re mine, you’re mine!
Wind howls tales of battles lost,
Each scar a note I’ve paid the cost.
But your voice cuts through the static haze,
A melody that won’t be erased.
Footsteps echo up the stairwell’s spine,
Hope arrives, not as a sign, but mine.
That promise hums, now louder still,
Like a drumbeat marching up the hill.
I plant my feet where fear once stood,
Feel the rhythm shift from wood to blood…
Oh, breaking dawn! Tear the dark apart,
Let the sun reclaim my fractured heart.
Piano keys like hammer strikes of grace,
Strings and guitars scream my saving place—
This is the light I fought to find,
Breaking dawn, you’re mine, you’re mine!
Voice cracks like broken glass,
“Was it worth it?” I ask the past…
But the keys reply, soft and low,
“You held on when the world let go.”
Now the sky bleeds pink and gold,
My story’s not a story sold—
It’s the fight to rise, to breathe, to stand,
With this scarred heart in my own hand.
Oh, breaking dawn! Tear the dark apart,
Let the sun reclaim my fractured heart!
Piano keys like hammer strikes of grace,
Strings and guitars scream my saving place—
This is the light I fought to find,
Breaking dawn, you’re mine, you’re mine!
Dawn breaks slow, a gentle lie,
But I’ll take it—I’m alive.