Sunrise
In the seven days out of the week my elementary self would get up at at least three times. At six in the morning and watch the sunrise. It wasn't by force, nor did I set an alarm each day. My body woke up naturally ready for a new adventure. I remember feeling light. A type of light that you had to experience what it was in order to understand how dear it was to me. A light that I only assumed would stick with me forever. I was wrong.
To: You
Cherish the days where you feel this light. For when the days that are dark, cold, and unknown occur, you will remember how the sun felt on your cheeks. And the light at the tip peak of your head to the crevasses in your skin.
YOU ARE READING
TO: You
PoetryThere are a few things I would have told myself sooner. To embrace being a kid while it lasts, to have that last slice of cake, and to love someone differently. I know in a perfect world I could go back and change things. This is my closure.
