The Sun will rise every day
and the moon will follow its course.
Let your shadow move where it will,
its magnitude decided by the Sun.
May you never be the reason why
someone who loved to sing, doesn't anymore.
Or someone who dressed so uniquely, now
wears plain clothing. Or why someone
who always spoke so excitedly about their dreams,
is now silent about them.
May you never be the reason someone gave up
on a part of themselves because you were
demotivating, non-appreciative, hypercritical,
or even worse - sarcastic about it.
Do not relentlessly try to understand.
Time itself will decide.
I will not be sad. It has been written for me.
My joy will come when it is time.
Jon York 2021
Nov 28, 2021
Nov 28, 2021 at 10:00 AM UTC
The Sun will rise every day
and the moon will follow its course.
Let your shadow move where it will,
its magnitude decided by the Sun.
May you never be the reason why
someone who loved to sing, doesn't anymore.
Or someone who dressed so uniquely, now
wears plain clothing. Or why someone
who always spoke so excitedly about their dreams,
is now silent about them.
May you never be the reason someone gave up
on a part of themselves because you were
demotivating, non-appreciative, hypercritical,
or even worse - sarcastic about it.
Do not relentlessly try to understand.
Time itself will decide.
I will not be sad. It has been written for me.
My joy will come when it is time.
Jon York 2021
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