Sick of being dark and cold,
I want to stand in the light
Where I can absorb the energy I need
To keep fighting this fight,
I’ve allowed myself to be surrounded by negative
When the positive is how I feed,
Starving myself of essential nutrients,
To pay bills, coexist and not lead,
I know how to find my happy place
And I’ve allowed my exile too long,
I need only to remind myself more often,
That the shade for me is wrong,
Although the dark looks good on me,
to stand in the sun is my free,
For I am no creature of the night,
I am a child of the light,
Smiling in the light is more me,
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About the Creator
Lisa Craddock
Sitting on a stock pile looking for a way to sell witout selling my soul.
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