Tomorrow is another sunrise
and I will not waste more memories
looking for sunlight that never comes
like broken glass on a beach,
sun is meant to be reflected
at tides that give you peace
and no longer will i capture
essence of my thoughts and
bottle it.

no longer will I keep back words
aching to escape my mind because
I am the glass that reflects off
my own tide and who would I be
to turn of the sun for others
desperately seeking their own sunrise?