It's dark outside,
Dark and gloomy and lifeless.
Yet I have my own little sun,
One that spins around me wherever I go.
An aura all my own,
Something I got as a reward,
For braving the tough days, weeks, and months.
The sun is warm
And keeps me safe.
Fingering orange strands reach out
And capture me in their weaved arms.
A net of happiness
That blocks the dark sky
And the billowing storm clouds.
Even if it rained and hailed and
Made me fear,
I'd still have my net.
It is the best feeling in the world,
To have such a net.
For a net that can capture
The light orange glow of the sun
That radiates happiness,
Is truly a net worth waiting for.
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Submerged Stories
PoetryLong story short, this is a book of stories about my life that I don't tell anyone else, expressed through the beautiful art of poetry. Poetry is my way of finding myself, and hopefully you as readers will be able to find yourself as well. TRIGGER W...
