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