My Place in this World

Darkness lingers before the dawn,
The mourning dove begins its call;
A wounded soul will be moving on,
Under spiteful feet I will not fall

For I know the world,
Its beauty and grace ~
In kindness unfurled,
I’ll find my place

My very own nest is where I’ll start,
Wrapped in love, kept safe;
Akin to the dove, fly, my heart ~
Fly where ill will can never chafe.

Kira Braun