Sun

There’s something about the way the sun shines through the window The way that it illuminates, but at the same time casts shadows What is to be seen and what is to be hidden The choice is not yours Completely out of your control At times Blindness can be a blessing and Ignorance can be bliss Thankful for the shadows Just as the gleaming sun shining through the window The sidewalks so inviting Invincible Running Body engulfed in the warmth of the sun That same sun that makes the choice To display and to conceal That same sun that without effort Lifts spirits of those unaware Taken for granted This surface comfort Nothing can stop the sun from shining Point it in another direction Reveal what has been hidden All along Enough sense and bravery To face the darkness The unwanted secrets of sun So that they may surface They may be terrifying Nothing that you could have ever imagined Omniscient Sublime Truth

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becky-gold

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