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About This Poem
All things considered
The woman stares into the sun,
Hoping he will blind her from the fragrance of failure,
The woman stares into the sun,
Hoping she will scorch away the sound of sadness,
But the sun, laughs mockingly.
And says, “I shine, see me!”
The woman, confused looks to her life and says,
“Where is the sun, in your countenance? For all I see is darkness”
The woman stares into the twilight sunset,
And asks, “The sun has spurned me, why?”
And the twilight smiles, “Read between the lines my daughter, for things are not so dark.”
And the woman winked at the sun and said, “Thank you for your gratitude”
And in that moment, she grabbed her life crying and said, “You’re mine!”
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