Letters to the Sun

Dear Sister

As the years pass by, your shoulders bend; humbled beneath their load.
A rueful burden, unasked and unwanted, always blocking the road.
The venom from asps innumerable, burns your unshielded eyes.
Toxic vapors from serpents' spite,
Eroding the world with lies.
An unloved face, a misshapen body, their truth they make you believe. A mirror your enemy, your personality a bore, the symptoms you need to relieve.
A painful cost, frequently paid, red tears staining the snow. The hidden price, a secret curse, no one else can know.
Surrounded by all but lonely, hot but always cold. thirty pieces of silver, the price for which you were sold.
Your eyes covered by scabs, your legs covered by bruises, always seeking, never seeing, the cure for life's abuses.
A remedial solution, the plan when the day went dark. A form of self pollution, to the songs of the angels hark.
While all alone, swiftly moving, feeling under the weather.
On A torturous day, the last choice you made, a permanent trip to the ether.
The tickets went down but you brought them back up, the moment you realized your folly.
A sobbing woman with broken heart, tears flowing both red and clear; still hadn't heard what she'd been waiting, waiting so long to hear.
A truthful gift straight from the heart, to show her the truth she can't see. To remove all the scars, and bruises and mars, gentle and delicately. To clean off the mirror and show her the light, sing of the beauty she won't see.
For never has said truly a soul, snakes are not known for their eyes. Only the ability of their tongues, to dig others into a hole.
A radiant smile, her dazzling wit, a charming laugh you hear quite a bit. A caring friend, a marvelous voice, a pondering mind with thoughts to lend.
A shoulder to lean on, to give and to take, the list goes ever on. A misguided young girl, who's injured tone can be a call most clarion. Beloved by friends and others too, one of them especially new, never again will she have to stand
alone like the others do.