The Sun & I

The sun looks friendly, 

but I am still afraid—

the chipper chirping

rings in my ear

like white noise

drilled into the drywall

of my skull.

The sun looks kind,

but I am still weary—

the light of day

blinds my poor eyes

like grotesque images

that won't leave me.

The sun looks beautiful,

but I am still inferior—

the stellar star, 

incomparable by far,

looms over me

like the storm cloud ahead.

The sun looks fearless,

but I am still afraid.

The sun looks on,

but I am still weary.

The sun looks so inviting,

but I am still waiting

for the day when I

see the sun, and

greet him with open arms.

-LJ

15 October 2016