Sunlight
i want to bask in the sunlight,
let it soak in my hair, my cheeks, my lips,
turning my eyes a lighter shade of green.
the young warm wind whispering,
“stay here”,
but yet i sit here in the dark,
holding the curtains close with my fists.
forcing myself in this darkness,
because who am i to deserve the sun
when i am made shadowless.
Copyright © Stella Macqueen | Year Posted 2022
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