Aug 2018
The Sun,
A smiling face on the darkest day
The only thing that reminds me to
move forward, with open eyes
A heart sustained
So close in the distance
to a world waiting at the grasp of
my fingertips
but still hidden in the shadows that
lurk beneath
I close my eyes
but still, she awakens
And in her rays, i do too
She is there for me in the darkest times,
and makes them my lightest
The Sun,
My home.
A smiling face on the darkest day
The only thing that reminds me to
move forward, with open eyes
A heart sustained
So close in the distance
to a world waiting at the grasp of
my fingertips
but still hidden in the shadows that
lurk beneath
I close my eyes
but still, she awakens
And in her rays, i do too
She is there for me in the darkest times,
and makes them my lightest
The Sun,
My home.
A poem i wrote about depression and the fact that no matter how dark it gets, the sun will always rise to take you away from the darkness. No matter what happens it will always rise to guide you through everyday and shine its light on the future that lies ahead. I dedicated it to my mum for she is the literal and figurative sun in my life and the most beautiful thing to ever shed light in my life.
