One dawn the chocolate night will melt;
I’ll rise not to inhale Hellish flames,
but the baptized rug where I’d knelt,
and begged God to cleanse my nightmares.
Parlous painful reflections fought back,
tears won’t stream down my ashen face.
My heart will smile just a crack,
and my battered body will rise in place.
Each AM starts with infant steps.
Glacial improvements my daily goal,
achieved through tedious reps;
some day my shattered soul shall be whole.
Richard Sponaugle was born 4-20-60 in Maryland and raised in Northern Virginia. He received a BA from George Mason University. A prolific poet and songwriter, he has been published in many venues.