REVEAL

by E. Avenel Perry

I am not your reckoning
or knife that comes to stab
I am not the squall,
tall tornado or fire storm
I am not the thief in the night
to steal away your dreams
I am not your fear to your fright,
drinking up your screams

I am relentless —
gravity holding you to earth
I am the dawn
enduring every bitter night
I am the breath
that forces you to breathe
I am the morrow —
each new day I bequeath