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Face The Sun


It was cold,

The morning chill spread through the room,

As if it were an angry mob

And I, I was the focus of its anger

But as I stepped outside,

I faced the sun, its penetrating rays reaching my core

And as I stood there, I thought

 

Thought about the twists and turns I had endured

About the heartaches and stomachaches,

The cuts and scraps,

The talks and cries,

The pain and despair,

About all that I that I will endure

 

And I turned towards the sun and I saw hope,

Hope for that girl who doesn't think she's pretty

Hope for that boy who drowns his feelings

Hope for you, for me, for all of us

 

I took a step toward the sun and felt them

I felt the shadows,

So full of hurt and loneliness 

Of blood and tears

Of self-consciousness and doubt for a bright future

Shadows so full of words and rhymes

About stick and stones, 

As if anything could hurt more than words

 

But as I faced that sun,

I took a breath, I looked harder, I stared longer

And as the shadows fell behind me, 

I finally saw it, I saw the light. 

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