The Gift of The Sun

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


I prefer the sun

Over the moon,

Because the sun fills me with a toxic warmth

That toasts my insides

And keeps me alive

Long after it has gone away.

As if it knows

I can’t make the heat on my own.


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