Friday, 20 March 2015

the sun ( date written unknown)

I give myself to him, to the sun.
He sets me alight.
Burning and burning and burning.
Like the pavement in summer.
The heat pours from me.
The anger.
The pain.
He takes it all away.
All of it.
And shoots it into space.

With the sun, I feel warm again.
I feel less alone.
I feel like I am okay.
I feel like I am home.

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