Walking these streets

I feel the steel

Beneath my feet

I feel the breadth

And depth of its construction

In every step I take

I feel the hard search for jobs

Wear calluses in the holes

Of my shoes

I have felt

The cold embrace

Of concrete

Beneath the sunset

Wondered if the sun

Would bring new hope

In the rising dawn…

It does.

When you decide

To rise up

From where you are

When you decide

That you are worth more

Than what surrounds you

That’s when you find your way

Beyond the concrete jungle

Or the backwater town

Or the isolated existence

In which you find yourself…

Prepare for the change

And possibility…

Opportunity

Which is always

Just around the corner…

If you dare

To prepare…

The dawn will rise again.