My beautiful Sunshine

trin

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.

  • Author: Trinity Franklin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2022 16:01
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Caring dove

    This makes me think of self care and taking care of ourselves .. a lovely writing 🙂 liked reading this

    • trin

      You took my writing exactly how it was meant to be portrayed:) Thank you for the kind words, I'm glad you enjoyed it!



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