New Beginnings
A new pad,
bound in black,
bordered in red.
White page ready
for new thoughts,
a new beginning,
maybe.
Shall I redefine you
blackness?
Here on the hill,
in the sun?
Can I drain the venom
of the past
from your inky
shade?
You are become
an empty cup,
ready to be filled
with happy dreams.
You are become
an echoing hall,
where children play
without fear of monsters.
You are a comfort
blanket, wrapped
round my warm
peaceful sleep.
You are shadow
under trees,
ink on the page
with sting drawn.
I welcome you darkness
with your rustle of life
and hidden possibilities,
welcome you back.
Now I can live again.