In the silence of the morning,
As the waves land upon the shore,
A crash of thunder rolls across the skies,
And nothing seems to matter any more.
Just before the sunrise,
When the stars are almost out of sight,
I take my place upon the edge of the world,
And watch the dying of the night.
The new day carries new hope,
A plethora of colours paint the azure,
Distant illuminations begin to disappear,
And sunlight breaks the horizon more and more.
I move along the rocky terrain,
And gaze along the shoreline,
The signing birds fill the quiet background,
And calmness surrounds my erratic mind.
The darkness has now been diluted,
There’s a feeling of overwhelming might,
The birth of a beautiful, brand new day,
Starts, with the dying of the night.
I write my poetry to help me deal with my mental health state. I find writing down these words a real help. I'm a husband and father of 2. A grassroots football coach who suffers with mental illness. Writing really soothes my soul much like music.