The sun also rises
The truth may be a cracked mirror, changing at every angle,
pleasure diminishes with time, yet the sun also rises.
Time spent in self-pity is meaningless, a flight of numbness
disdainful of clinging to the hope the sun also rises.
There may be ripples on the dark surface of waters in storms
but savoring these moments purifies when the sun rises
Ideals become dented and rusty like suits of armor
summer light softens the edges of things as the sun rises.
I will not tremble in panic watching my shadow detour
elsewhere out of my mind, but wait till the sun also rises.
@jjote 090624
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