When waking in the morning in a sigh,

the night before becomes my today.

Waiting with very little confidence we

all seem trapped in our own diaspora.

Some are easily amused, others abused

of their natural rights to be human. 

With every given morning a wait is long,

searching for meaning in our own storm.

Society around us grabbing at straws,

trying to define each identity by chance.

If we might only pause with a kindness,

could love then be our saving Grace.