Internal Celestials


The morning sun
That seeps into the
Corners of this
Groggy mind is
Welcome

I wish I could swallow
It whole and taste
The warm epicentre
As it spreads through my
Soul

But the sun is not ours
To devour,
Take from the sky that which
Is not yours
And you will surely be
Burned

We must create our own
Inner warmth,
Inner light,
For when the sun sets
We all must face the
Darkness

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