My beautiful Sunshine

Sunshine,

you are.

Beauty in a simple form of warmth.

It was never about how you looked, but how you made me feel.

Every time I blink, when my eyes are closed you still shine through.

You stick around when I don’t watch you, you breathe your warmth on my skin and tickle my heart like a feather would fall in the wind;

gracefully and naturally,

nothing is ever forced.

But when it’s night,

and you have to leave?

I’m cold.

I have never relied on warming myself up,

it’s always been all thanks to you;

My

beautiful

sun.

So what happens,

                                    when you’re gone?

                                                                        And I don't know how to start a fire?

I have never tried to warm

me

 up.

Will my heart freeze over each night,

until it breaks into a shatter of pieces; 

Purple and discolored, 

frostbit?

Come be my light, I don’t want to do this alone.

I freeze,

         that is,

                                                until your light is shown.

I know…you have to do your job,

                                   to keep others warm, too.

So,

I’ll learn how to light my own fire.

I have to.

I’ll gather the wood.

I’ll travel to a place my light,

will have fewer chances of being smothered.

I can't avoid the rain forever,

so I’ll build a shelter I can rely on.

I’ll keep the blinds open, though.

Because someday,

when I have the means to enjoy your light again

because I can handle the absence of your warmth;

I’d like to bask in your sunlight again.

                                                                                          All while I enjoy the warmth

                 I’ve built for myself, too.

And maybe, then?

I won't freeze so often.

Maybe I’ll accept your absence when you have to go,

and my sunkissed skin will glow brighter;

because only then will I truly appreciate the work you've done for me,

sun.

I love you, and I’ll see you again;

soon.

For now,

I need to build my shelter.

I’m getting help so I can be warm sooner, rather than later.

I’ll see you another day,

my

beautiful

sunshine.