The Difference Between Day and Night

once upon  a rising sun
a long way to go
and casting pebbles in 
unfamiliar waters  ain't
always kept me dry - listening
to my ego I mean m low
sel-esteem has given me names  that
don't belong to me
in remembrance of 
lonely nights and seasons
where what was supposed 
to be  sacred act turned  into a desperate
act that left me feeling 
as though I am without
reason
and so I cast a pebble
of this name  out into the 
the waters of my unfamiliar
as I look at a painter's 
skyline of setting sun
with uschias, yellows, 
oranges, and grays that
fall gently into  a darkness filled with stars
and my hands now empty
of pebbles
there's nothing else to do 
but turn on some soft music
and rest comfortably  
with the wisdom of 
going solo until  he,
my true, is revealed
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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