Dawn out of Darkness

Morning beckons the soul into a new day. Seduced by the dawn we lumber forward into a series of mishaps that some good-hearted brick will confidently assert that we somehow brought upon ourselves. We each differ in how much of the day we trade away sorting out what of the unsolicited evaluation might have substance.
I venture along unacknowledged margins and brush up against the remnants of harrowing acts of life. Powerful for being attempted by the powerless without permission or applause. My chest heaves in inarticulate recognition of a distant dream unfolding in an as yet unimagined genre of being.
Morning's daily betrayal stems from assuming we look east for the dawn. Dawn is born in places where most dare not tread. Light emerges from darkness. It might be time to stop avoiding the dark places.