6:36 AM
I cried last night, but not a tear was in sight,
Remembering your light, and how you'd say,
It'll be all right.
My eyes poured empty drops of pain,
As I reminisce,
Of how your conviction, your diction, held me close,
Shielding me from my infliction.
Each word you spoke, a fortress around me,
Protecting me from the enemy within,
Demolishing each layer of self-sabotage,
Surrounding my heart with your win.
Questions arose at dawn, before the rise of God’s light,
A son is born at 6:36, as the sun takes its flight.
Am I enough?
Although you’re gone, you're not forgotten,
You see, that’s why I cried last night—
To remember your light,
And how you'd say, It'll be all right.
-Malik K. Murray