That day,
The Sun told me to shut up.
It was a hot journey
And I felt like clay
Trying to stay solid in any way.
But He grabbed my arm, covered my mouth
And then whispered ''Real world is violent.''
That's when I started falling, apart.
The heat was making me feel sleepy and dizzy,
I couldn't see things clearly.
Just like a mirror, my soul got steamy
And following the Path wasn't that easy.
My body kept melting.
My heart racing.
I mumbled some words
But no one could hear me.
I was slowly vanishing.
Again, the Sun told me to shut up.
He then kissed my forehead
And held me from behind.
''I love you'', said the Sun.
''But it is your time.''
He started gleaming
And I lost my eyesight.
I thought I was going to die
Instead I found a light.
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Water Under the Bridge
Poetry🌊 "Water Under the Bridge", a collection of 16 poems, all of them written during the past few years. This project is about letting go of the past and embracing the process of healing, which can be difficult most of the times. But "Water Under the B...
