Sunshine

by Prisha Mehta, 2nd BPTh

In the blow of  a candle, the fire looses. 

The blue flower falls weak in front of the red. 

The mighty sun comes down at night, 

The stars need the dark board to caste it’s shine. 

The tall trees bow down to the blow of the wind. 

We all lose somewhere, fall weak somewhere, 

We all fall short somewhere, 

Because we’re full of flaws, flaws that make of us.

We all are broken, broken in ways we don’t even know. 

We’re Lost, lost in ways that can’t be found. 

We’re full of insecurities, insecurities that tear us apart. 

We’re all scared, petrified, lost, hopeless and vulnerable, in ways that aren’t common. 

But it’s what it is, 

The bare raw truth,

Nobody is perfect, nothing is perfect. 

But then, 

It’s just a phase, they say. 

The clouds are gray, huge and fat, let them pour n pass and bluer brighter skies will come,

The sun will bloom it’s light, again through the holes and cracks, within your body, mind n soul. 

All we need to Remember is 

To hold onto, 

tight, 

and stick onto 

Safe places and people. 

People who will heal us, Who will hold us. 

People who will love us, love us besides the imperfections we have. 

Hold our hands, walk us through the storm. 

And remind us, 

Everything right will happen. 

Because, 

What’s meant to be will, 

what not will not. 

Trust, 

and have faith. 

Good things come. 

They do come, 

all we need to do is wait.