The sun shines bright on the dull colors of the world
my life is full of love and unjust cruelty swirled
Like a moth to the sun, unreachable and dangerous
Love partaking in the risks that may injure us
Though I must shy away and find this supposed inner peace
It’s hard to grow up and turn a new brighter leaf
So much movement with little energy
I hope not to live like this till i’m elderly
I want to move, to heal, to grow, and to rearrange
I want so much but there is little left in me working to change
My first published short poem! Feedback appreciated!