I wake up with peace, comfort and solitude asthe sun rises, its rays heating my face. I bathe in his warmth, his brightnessmelting the remaining coldness in my heart. He is quite addicting. When the suntouches my skin delicately, he knows I am sensitive, he knows that if he wouldtouch me more, I might burn. Day by day, his warmth starts to pierce through myskin, so he had to stop touching me. It was too much, too risky. I had nochoice but to stop him, but too late, he pulled back his warmth. I felt sad fora while, but as the days go by, I felt contented. I could still feel his warmtheven without his touch. As the sun rises, I feel him there.
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Peace with Myself
PoetryThese poems are here to give light in times of darkness, to make aware that darkness exist and that darkness can be conquered. Peace with Myself is a collection of poems from my journal for almost three years and finally, I am sharing it to the worl...
