Looking Ahead
I stare straight ahead.
There, off in the distance.
A lone streak of red,
Just barely visible.
That little streak of red,
It is a promise,
Nay, a hope of better things.
That streak is a herald,
Shouting out his joy, for he,
The red streak is the first light.
The first light to announce the day,
Behold, another day begins,
Another day is another chance,
To fix the mistakes and grow,
To leave the past behind.
That little streak of red,
Though he is small,
Radiates power as he shines.
Look at the streak of red.
Look and see a new day.
About the Creator
Nicholas
A young author looking for helpful feedback and fellow authors to share ideas with.
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