Even though she felt she was alone in all the world, she tried her best to shine through the darkness of her endlessday. Everyone shunned her, averted their eyes. Oh, they liked her for a while it seemed, but not for long, as they would scuttle for shelter to avoid her and her gaze.
She never did notice their lament at her absence, their warm embrace of her everymorning arrival, their daily gatherings at world’s edge to bid her adieu. How could she? She was fairly blinded by her own light. How could she know their worlds revolved around her?
About the Creator
Ward Norcutt
Playwright and poet.
My goal as a writer is to write thoughtful pieces of prose, poetry and stage plays. Hopefully, the end results are entertaining and engaging, with layers of meaning that make sense to the whole or a theme therein.
Comments (4)
There are so many layers to this. You can read it on its face and describe the sun, or you can add another face and read the effects of their presence (and lack thereof). Well done!
Nice one❤️❗
How clever and beautiful!
Incredibly beautiful, Ward!! Love this so much! Absolutely divine! ☀️