Here Comes The Sun

Dear reader,

I don’t know you, but I’d like to think that doesn’t matter here. You know me now, after all.  First, I’d like to say that I cannot bring to words the amount of worth your name holds. What an unbelievable treasure you’ve made yourself to be. Do you have dreams? - Ones bigger than the vivid stories that your imagination places under your closed eyelids? I dream of laying in the field of grass beside my grandparent’s home in Tennessee, playing my ukulele and singing The Beatles. You may not have a towering dream of great things because after all, what a shadow it casts onto our cowering bodies. There was a sunset that sat itself on the highway in front of me and its tangerine blush reminded me of the day’s end. You and I will end one day, whether we move on to greater things I don’t know. Your shoes will wear through until your feet are touching the gravel road that you run. No car was there to carry you effortlessly along the yellow lines lacing the endless gray. You walked and you cried. You picked up the garbage that the drivers threw your way and ate it. How bitter it tasted. You weren’t fearless. You screamed to the sky in hopes of being plucked from that field but silence ensued. You lived on through the rainstorms; drinking the water from the pain and relishing the strength it gave you. What a legend, unknown and alone, and I love you for that. Your bloodshot eyes bring fierceness, and your calloused ankles show a determined mind. You stood vulnerable when there was no wall to hide behind. So dear reader I say to you- the road is not ending but what a gem you’ve turned out to be. Tremble at the miles before you and water the ground with your tears but don’t ever let your feet stop moving. Your dreams aren’t out of reach if you chase them rabidly and I’ll cheer on your chase. Go to the terrifying ideas with open arms. What is there to lose on this path? I’ll run to that Tennessee field and lay so peacefully. I know you’ll walk on and I’ll look to the sky that we share and I’ll say, “It’s all right”.  

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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Comments

KnightRobot

Oh, how marvelous. The song went perfectly with the poem, I almost cried. I love the earnestness and sincerity of the narrator to, well, me. This was beautiful, well done.

MackenzieGK

Thanks so much and I'm so glad you feel that way- it means a lot. <3 

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