I didn’t ask for this. To wake up everyday with this burden. I’m not supposed to complain. I’m supposed to be grateful for my role. I’m worshipped for what I bring. So much life and respect. But I don’t want it. I don’t even like the morning or noon or afternoon. I’ll never get to float in darkness of night. Instead I burn bright and hot, destroying everything that comes near me. But you can’t get to far away either or the cold will kill you. Always within my sight but no one can look me in the eyes. When I rise, you turn away and when I fall, you smile. I never wanted this. Circled by those that are intimidated and in awe of my power and yet, I feel so alone. I want to disappear. I want to be forgotten.

I want to be like the moon. The nights’ light and the days’ shadow. I want to quietly pull on the waves while families play. The moon reminds me that she is only a reflection of me but I don’t care. I want to see the night. I hate the day. I bring rushed goodbyes and tired eyes because I often come to early. I hate what I bring. I don’t understand why it must be me. Why can’t I be smaller and closer? I want to be landed on and embraced. I want to be loved not feared. I hate who I am.

-The Sun