Sun
I want to be the sun
and not have writer’s block.
I want to be the first to rise
and not the last to fall in love.
I want to be the sun so I can
shine when I’m in tears.
I want to be warm and authentic.
Everyday – not just on Sundays.
I would like to be brave,
create a universe of trust.
You with your blank page silence,
your wall of doubts,
your filters of fear
and ongoing boomerang excuses.
Don’t try to talk to me, because
I’m setting my alarm.
Don’t admire my progress
if you turned your back on me before.
I am going to be the sun
and you won’t bathe in my light.
Note: This poem is inspired by Iesha Jennings’ poem “Moon”, which I came upon in Kate Clanchy’s book “How to grow your own poem”.
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