Turn to the sun

These days have been an exercise
In how to stretch the heart
Towards perfunctory boundaries
So that when you arrive you realize
They don’t exist.
We’re overwhelmed by the emotions that fill us
Drowning in hope and conflict like
A pasodoble between anxiety and anticipation,
Possibility and the possibility of nothing.
Taking a cue from these sunflowers
I turn towards the light and darken at the core.
I can hold the blackness within me.
We are most fertile at the center
Glowing from the inside out.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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