When The Sun Rises
The bright glow of a light
The warmth of the morning
That’s when it all begins
That’s when I have a chance
A new chance
A chance to try
And try again
And end up feeling lost
That’s what I do with my days
I spend them
Wondering
Hoping
Maybe even dreaming
And then when the bright sun
Disappears behind the mountains
And I shut my eyes
That’s when I realize I’m worth nothing
You tried
Yeah maybe I did
You wanted it to work out
I know I did
So why does it never work out?
I drift to sleep
These questions in my mind
Then when the sun rises
And the world is cast in a warm glow
I wake with a smile on my face
It’s a new day
A day I’ll end with tears
But for now
For this one tiny moment
Today is a day
The sun is the sun
And I’m going to be me
People think it’s a science the way the sun works
But it’s not
Magic is what happens when the sun rises
Waking up is always different from going to sleep. Like when it’s dark, you’re exhausted and still stuck over what happened that day and the emotions that came with it, so for me nights are when my thoughts get harder to keep good. But in the morning, the night is yesterdays and it seems so far away. Mornings make you feel fresh and more at ease. Especially with the sun rising and everything. You captured that beautifully. I love the positivity you gave the sun, because sometimes we forget how truly beautiful light can be💛💛💛
Beautiful 🖤
I think this poem summarizes something very important about the world and humankind: we get up, we fall, but then we get back up again. It seems hopeless sometimes, but it’s not, because of what you said in “but for now, for this one tiny moment, today is a day, the sun is the sun, and I’m going to be me.” Yeah, we’re all just wandering around aimlessly, and yeah, it might be pointless in the end when you really think about it, but we live for those tiny moments. Those moments are what create lives.
Anyway, I think that’s a really good theme of most philosophical thinking, and you expressed it in a really clear way. Almost everyone goes through this exact process at some point or another, and you wrote it in a way that felt like you were letting the reader in on a secret. Again, I always love the tone of your poems!❤️❤️❤️