We’re all just trying to live in this world.
You began surrounded by so much callousness.
Life has been rough on you—
so you’ve run, you’ve hidden.
But when you spend too long in others’ shadows,
under the illusion of sunlight
borrowed from the dissipating heat of those beside you,
you forget a warmth unborrowed
that envelops your whole body—
the sun’s true embrace.
It may be uncomfortable, standing alone.
Some days, you’ll feel the downpour of the elements,
and you’ll weather them on your own.
But once you know a pain, a sorrow, a joy, a laughter
that belongs only to you,
it’s an amaranthine feeling.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 3:14 AM UTC
We’re all just trying to live in this world.
You began surrounded by so much callousness.
Life has been rough on you—
so you’ve run, you’ve hidden.
But when you spend too long in others’ shadows,
under the illusion of sunlight
borrowed from the dissipating heat of those beside you,
you forget a warmth unborrowed
that envelops your whole body—
the sun’s true embrace.
It may be uncomfortable, standing alone.
Some days, you’ll feel the downpour of the elements,
and you’ll weather them on your own.
But once you know a pain, a sorrow, a joy, a laughter
that belongs only to you,
it’s an amaranthine feeling.
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