Today

The early morning clouds presented icy gray.
The lone caw of a baby bird greeted the innocence of yet another new day.
As I search my weary brain for an alternate way. To accept many feelings are hues of gray.
That to stretch and grow, first the heart must fray.
I yearn for the vastness of life's ocean but seem to be stranded in the bay.
In the sea of my soul, there are monsters of my deep to slay
Below the wrath of anger is where the dead open wounds lay.
But hope declared ...... You have today.