Moving Forward

They say night is darkest before dawn.

That is probably because you realize that the night has held you for so long and you were unable to break from its grasp.

It is only the looming sunrise that will rescue you.

Sometime in the night I must have turned the wrong way.

I can see in the early light that is coming from the horizon that I am in a garbage pit.

I don't really remember much about the night.

I remember the evening leading up to this night that is closing on me.

I put on the best clothes I had.

I shined my shoes.

I put on the best scents.

I remember arriving at the destination.

It seemed so right for me to be there.

There were no promises going in that I would come out with more.

In fact the cover charge just about used all that I had with me.

I must have been thrown out of the club at some point.

Either that or I left on my own.

I must have tripped and fell a hundred times.

The scratches and bruises don't lie.

I must have been blinded by the night.

Or I was blinded by the guilt and fear in my heart.

Somehow I found myself friendless and alone in this garbage pit.

My fancy clothes are now ruined.

I have no shine left to my shoes.

I am in fact the dirtiest thing you have ever seen.

However with the looming sunrise, I feel new hope arising within my self.

This is a new day.

Yesterdays mistakes (though they may be bad) are gone.

I must move on and leave those things behind.

Yes I feel bad about them but I must go forward.

So it starts now.

As I pick myself up from this pit.

And I take the first step toward the morning sunrise now peaking over the horizon.

Here I go.