the selfish sun

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(malingering menacing words stuck in my throat)

another day stuffed beneath my blanket

the shades of my windows pulled down

banishing the blissful beloved burning sun

biting through my eyes

its blinding brightness

melting me

i wonder why people burst through their doors

ever smiling

while basking under the rays

browning their skin to blisters

people play so gleefully

in the light of day

like the child i once was

before i became buried in bipolar bliss

pleading and praying for the rain

to dampen smiles and darken the sky

so that i may open the shades on my windows

once again 

 

 

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About echowood628

Let me start by saying I have been involved in creative endeavors my entire life. I began playing the piano at age two, composed my first song at age four, and ever since have spent almost every day spending hours allowing my fingers to dance across my keyboard. Composing music for the piano gave me a place to heal and find peace. An art major in college I focused on drawing and figure drawing and I also enjoy oil painting and watercolors. I have always enjoyed poetry and more recently started writing poems and enjoying the freedom and limitlessness of expressing my heart with paper and ink. I am divorced with two grown children. My daughter is a published author and my son is attending college majoring in zoology.
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One Response to the selfish sun

  1. ontheplumtree says:

    Thank You for sharing your thoughts with us. I hope your Easter sparkles and shimmers and casts some light.

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