Sunlight

No matter the day or the hour, I can count on sunlight to come around.

It hides sometimes, but so do I. 

Sunlight is always there in some form, maybe even at times only a memory.

At times, I choose to not see sunlight, I choose to look down instead.

It hides sometimes, but so do I.

The sun will shine, light will come, not all choose to see.

Sometimes I hide, but that doesn’t stop my sun from shining through. 

Even though I’m tired, and worn and broken sometimes, the sun is there.

It will come around. It has it’s cycles, and so do I.

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