Hey, You,
I know you are afraid, my dear,
and right you are to be.
I know the world has not been kind;
I've seen what you have seen.
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But I am not the world,
for I am only one;
Yes, I have seen the moon set sail
to chase the setting sun.
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The sun, he rises every night
to face the darkness black,
and it continues to return,
and still, he rises back.
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And so should you still rise again
quite like the faithful sun
for in the dark, you light my way,
and you're my only one.
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Could you believe in love again?
Could you have faith in me?
Could you believe that I will rise?
Would you set sail to me?
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Sincerely,
Sincerity
About the Creator
Sara Wynn
Poetry is my language, and Earth is my playground.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
I really like this! Especially the lines about the sun rising to face the darkness