I have been searching for the sun,
The warmth of its rays on my face,
I thought by the time I found it,
My life would be complete.
But the sun sets every evening,
And I lose count how many times,
Fighting the cold night clawing on my back,
Until the sun rises again.
Every morning the sun seems like the answer,
A finish line to my suffering,
Only to lose it again at the horizon.
Maybe someday I will learn,
That nothing else is there to save me,
That nobody can hold on to the sun.
That the night is not my foe,
Nor the sun my saviour,
That I am ultimately my own lifeline.
02 APRIL 2016, 08:47 am