Sometimes we just need a reminder of who we are and what we’re looking for.
Searching for the Sun
It was a calamity.
A disastrous affair.
The kind that left me
stumbling through the dark, cold, rainy night
with an aching in my chest.
I staggered, crumbling to the ground.
One knee landed in the slick mud,
tears poured down my cheeks,
as I searched for something,
That was the real tragedy.
That I had let my shine seep away,
In order to make someone else brighter.
And that made me disgusted with myself.
It was not something I could entertain any longer.
So trembling, and weary,
I rose from the mud, covered in thorns.
I was not some fragile art piece.
There was no fear of breaking.
But I was the jagged wounds and scars of a fighter.
I was not the type who just survived – I flourished.
Never mind a little rain, when that is how I grow.
With born determination, I continued on.
I went in search of the sun.
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