I started to look at the sun everyday, hoping I’d have a good day
The morning coffees didn’t do much to help
A thirteen year old falling to pieces, despite the radiant rays that would bring her to life everyday
She cried while her soul was replenished by the light
Luck was in her hands but hate hazed her gaze
Could she see anything beyond the horizon
Perhaps she did
A writer
A poet
Nothing more, nothing less
The sun woke her up from her slumber
His rays beaming through white curtains
Hitting her eyes
Burning her soul
Could she be anymore pathetic?
Laying in bed listening to her heart break
Shatter.
Could I be anymore pathetic.
When I looked for the rays, why wouldn’t they come to me?
It was dark.
Cloudy.
I was a helpless soul.
But now the sun is back beaming through my curtain-less windows.
I rise
I fall
Just like the sun I shine through the darkness.
I light up the moon and meet with the stars
Could I be the moon or could I be the sun?
Uncertainty when I see the moon
Uncertainty when I see the sun
But when the sun rises,
The little girl cries
Painful memories shatter her heart into a million little pieces
But When the sun rose today I became one
No longer split into two
The sun and the moon
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