Is That The Sun?

A tender warmth begins to seep across your skin,

a quiet whisper of something new, yet oddly strange—

familiarity lost in the unfamiliar.

For months, you’ve dwelled in shadow—cold, solitary, unseen,

your heart heavy with unspoken ache,

a sorrow that lingered in every breath.

Venomous thoughts coiled tightly around your soul,

strangling the light, suffocating hope.

Your heart thundered, your mind spun in chaos,

until, suddenly, you forget who you are—completely lost.

You cease to truly live; days drift by in silent despair,

where breathing almost feels like a choice you want to surrender.

But somehow, you hold on.

You let your skin drink in the rain,

absorbing the storm, embracing the pain.

And now, after the darkness,

at last—the sun begins to rise.