Sunlight

Becoming who I thought I’d never be

Because everything that’s happening or not happening

Is drawing my eyes to this deeper realization

That there is a sheath that covers the majority of the action happening each day

The sun shouts warmth and light over our horizon.

That feeling that overwhelms you as you wake up,

In your bed, in your room alone. That blood of a child flowing through

And those dreams whispering at your face, to chase.

Allow yourself to be drawn to the Sun.

Beneath the surface, everything that you don’t know yourself—

It runs farther than your realization

Almost like that is the reason you must find out

That you must run after that calling in your soul

That overwhelms you as you wake up in your bed,

In your room alone, the blood of a child flowing through.

And those dreams whispering in your face to push yourself

To be drawn to the Sun of the morning

The Light of the Day

Sunlight.

Yes, it is possible to give up, to sink to the floor,

To lose the heart--the will-- to not do this anymore.

Sadness, confusion, difficulty, opens a door to compromise.

This power unleashed by the strength of your mind.

Time alone became your favorite friend.

You watch the sunset as the day finally ends.

I recognized that I could realize what was going on at all.

A gift, because yes, some people’s eyes are closed, blind

To never have the chance to realize where they are, or where they are going.

Time alone and a Friend, a Father made that a reality for me

To open up again, and again, and again.

Love is victorious. Love wins. Love won.

But only you must find out what it is.

Where is it really?

What is Sunlight?

 

 

~ Sunlight ~

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colortheworld23

Do you believe that you were created with a special purpose to unravel?

Do you think about what you actually are believing as you live each day? 

Is it so, that you can push boundaries, search the depths for hidden mystery,

have the chance to really see the power your passions hold if you ignite them and set them free?

Perhaps all those times that you have been broken,

you were actually being built into the individual you are purposed to be.

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