The sun shines.
So bright it does.
The heat can't lie.
But so our hearts.
The brightness, so blinding
Almost caring,
Nurturing,
What a shame it is.
The light stops at the pillar of the sky.
I see nothing with the naked eye.
Nothing but gloom.
Vision obstructed.
How greedy—
So greedy the clouds get,
Leaving folks in darkness.
Just like moles, we become.
Just like the Sun,
The heart don't lie.
They share a certain shine,
But a façade buries it.
My smile has turned to a lie.
Echoing tunes of the dark.
And reveals light only in sparkles,
As grains through an hour glass.
Deep down I smile,
Unlike any other,
A contagious smile,
All 32 of them shine.
As the grains of sand drop,
The clouds will eventually clear ,
My mask will crumble,
And the sun shall express its bright through my smile.
This poem is to highlight the feeling of inner light being obscured by external or internal obstacles. How hard it is to express oneself in our modern society
