The Sun Will Come Up Tomorrow original poem by m.rain all rights reserved
She was powerful,
Curing all of my bad dreams
Before I had them.
She saw stars in my eyes
And sat outside my bedroom door
Until she was sure I'd fallen asleep safely.
Some nights, she took the stars from my eyes
And put them in the sky
For us to gaze at.
When it started to get warmer
We sat outside on benches
And said hello to everybody
And thought about the beauty
In everything.
Sometimes I think of the candle we
Burned in a dorm room.
We've never given much of a shit
About the rules, have we?
The colors melted and dripped into
One another
Becoming one.
She was there when I learned all my favorite songs
And always listened when I showed her new ones.
She knew happiness
In the purest form, which is;
Breaking from time to time,
And finally catching your breath,
And stumbling home;
together.
Pure happiness is --
Not being happy all the time.
She was resilient.
She was a flower in a snowstorm,
Bending with the weight
And blooming in the spring.
Always popping out to say hello,
But not always being happy.
Always holding my hand and
Proving me wrong.
When they threw bricks at us,
We used them to build a goddamn wall.
We picked up pens
And traded their spite for poetry,
And wrote them off.
She taught me how to live,
Through words and history and laughter.
She taught me that even when the world is ending,
The sun will come up tomorrow.
-m. rain
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A Bundle of Lavender: Poetry Collection
PoetryA bundle of lavender is the collection of my poetry that I hope to publish for real someday. I will continue to add to this as I work my way through my notebooks and type my poems (they all begun handwritten, afterall.) Enjoy!
