Everything happens in an eclipse;
A day’s light snuffed out by a single shred of darkness,
A dark night lit up with a whispered promise -
I look good -
And they all want to feel me on their skin like the sun
Whose golden light brushes the edges of buildings.
I take a photo
And it is beautiful and I have no one to show it to.
Who stands with me when the light is gone?
I try to grow
But the sun holds me back in its shadow
And it tells me - my child, if you wish to grow,
Do not shine your light on others, but yourself.
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Author:
hannah (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 30th, 2022 15:25
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Comments2
Lovely writing 🙂
love the feel of the words very good imagery keep writing!!!
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