in due time

When will it be my turn?

To walk in the sun

Without fear of its heat?

My skins turning red,

Is this a sign of defeat?

When will it be my turn?

To escape from this darkness,

And into the light?

Eyes scream to adjust,

What if it's too bright?

When will it be my turn?

To bask in its rays,

Knowing pure splendor and joy,

For the rest of my days?

I am ready now,

But fear I'm too late.

I gaze upwards to sunset,

In a fiery haze.

Another day stolen by worry and fear,

I cling to the hope of dawn drawing near.

Alone in the dark,

Just me and my brain.

Out of all thoughts,

One last question remains.

When will it be my turn,

To burn?