A New Sun

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Quiet morning,
And desolation of the night,

Agony within my heart
And my life’s own afflictions,

Amongst the stillness,
All of them raise a question in unison.

Where are you? They ask,
But there is no answer.

Hard to find from all the muted conversations,
Even a single word of empathy.

My partner, my secret keeper,
The cushion I rest my head on

Listens to my melancholy,
Soaks up my pain.

It pats me on the back gently,
Reassuring me,

The night shall be over soon,
And a new sun will rise.

© 2024 Sarika S