I’m inclined to bend towards you-
a flower in need of the sun’s light
when my only other option is
to wither away in darkness.
But there is no love in our contact;
it is one-sided where I soak in
all your heat, and you are just
guilty of being willing to give it off.
I rely on you to rise every morning.
However, you never promised you
would, I simply expect it because
it is all I have ever known.
One day, you will hide below
the horizon—keeping your radiance
from me and others who depend
on you—to show us we can survive
without you.
the sun is like God..
asking nothing
giving all
thank you for writing this poem