Early Poetry Courage

For a morning never forget to rotate
for a morning that never goes late
for the morning who always patiently waiting for me
and look at my own eyes
for the morning I sometimes see so painful
because the lights are dazzling
for the morning that revealed the darkness last night
forget it
cover the dark with your light
because I'm sure
that morning was the beginning of courage
from the myriad of fears I'd had last night

To the God I often complain about
Sorry for I am still faithful in the downturn
Sorry for I'm afraid to live my life
Sorry if I often cry in the middle of the night
bemoaning something that should not be lamenting
To a moment who never forget to go
as the time is left for me to live
I hope Your Light will still illuminate