Already the sun begins to set.
Already another day has gone by.
Must we say goodbye to the sun so soon?
We’ll miss you, dear sun.
We’ll miss you and all your warmth and your radiant brightness.
But it’s alright.
We’ll just wait until the next morning comes.
Until then, we’ll lie down in bed, close our eyes, and welcome the moon.
A million voices
Flood my head
Their vile words
Echoing
A million voices
Condemn my actions
Telling me
I’m not enough
A million voices
Repeat their words
Their words which
Cut so deep
Nature loves me
I love nature too except
When I step in poo
This year feels…
Different.
Like there’s anticipation
Hanging in the air.
This year feels…
Scary.
Like there’s so much
Uncertainty
That we don’t know where to go
From here.
Comments
I really feel this right now... No one wants to have to say goodbye to the sun on a cold winter day. You're right, I guess: All we can do is welcome the moon.
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