The Sun
The sun whispered to me..
“It’s okay to be happy.”
I let it’s warmth kiss my skin.
Over and over
I let it in
And slowly I let it brighten my soul.
It made me whole and now..
Now I can’t even imagine.
What it feels like to be in the dark,
Or to be cold.
Because I know the sun burns for me,
And its quite plain to see
That even with torrents of icy dread washing in and out like the tide
And you feel like you are slipping into a gray life.
The sun is always there.
Copyright © Kellie Parks | Year Posted 2022
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