Rubbing shoulders with the streets

Written by: Innocentia Somo

For the sun is yet to rise
Are you alive, where do you reside?                                                                                                                       
I can’t see you, it’s like you have been put on ice.                                                                                       
Give me a piece of you and not a slice                                                                                                          
Life is like a game of dice.
You throw it hoping to get a six,                                                                             until you realize that the is no quick fix
No matter how much I cry or try                                                                                                                                    I just can’t seem to get this right.
Would you look at that, the clouds are clearing.                                                                                                            
The weight of the world I am not longer bearing.                                                                                            
I can see the horizon,                                                                                                                                                 
I feel like I am now living in unison.
Once again, I can see the sun shining.                                                                                                             
And I can feel myself smiling,                                                                                                                          for the sun has risen…                                                                                                                            and my joy will never again remain hidden.

Innocentia Somo