It can be so hard

to feel the light.

Days can overwhelm

with their demands

to do, to smile

to produce, to nurture.

 

Much easier to stay

in the cocoon of a dark room

until night

when you don’t have to see the sun

mocking your despair

making it look so simple

to just shine.

 

Oh, sister,

I will hold the hope you cannot,

I will see brighter months ahead.

For now, though,

please just feel my heart

wrapping around you.