Out in the Sun
I crawled out from the rock
under which you hid my light
the light that you had lived in
claiming my reflection as your own.
My getting out upturned the rock.
The Sun hit me, eons of slime
slithered off my back
limbs grew and stretched,
eyes formed. I saw. I saw I was
not the slime covered nothing
I had been made to believe
I was. I wasn’t less-than-nothing.
I was everything I needed me to be.
I was everything!
I am everything today.
When the sun hits you
what will you find? If the Sun
hits you at all…I hope you can stand tall.
Thanks to DiAmaya Dawn at Lit Up.