Her Sun

He was - and is - her sun. She'll reach for him until the day he burns her up completely.

He was her sun-

Bright,

Brilliant,

Dazzling;

Shining in ways she wished she could

Radiating with confidence she could only hope to achieve.

She reached for him

Every day,

But he slipped just out of her grasp-

And though she realized she’d never reach him,

Like a fool,

Every day,

She reached anyway.

For it was not reaching him that brought her happiness,

But the way she stretched her arms so high,

With such passion,

Trying to touch him;

And he seemed so oblivious,

continuing to shine on her with such warmth,

She couldn’t help but try harder.

And every night

When the moon rose,

She’d rest her arms

Preparing for tomorrow

When he rose again-

Just out of her reach;

And she’d do it again.

Repeat the whole process every day,

Until she burned up,

or he did;

Which ever came first.

Reviews

[Duckey]

An amazing poem. The emotions and the harsh reality of this poem are just beautiful, and the way you have worded and written it is wonderful! An amazing piece of writing here. The harsh reality of this poem is what really made it stand out to me, and how true it comes to real life. Something about it really stood out to me. Keep writing!

[Laura Lynn]

Wow. That is so beautiful. I love this. How did you see this, I'm in cloud nine reading this anyway, I feel like I could spin around and go dizzy (all these thoughts of love people are having and the violent contrast. It seems almost too good to be true, so that must be true too