The Sunshine

When I was a child,
New and unmolded,
Tomorrow glistened with dew,
A spinning kaleidoscope
Of life.

As the world revolved,
I became cold
In the darkness;
Frightened of the false
Promises, I had believed
So strongly.

Breaking the ice
Is not easy,
It melts so slow.
But a planet revolves
About me, and I can feel
The sunshine.

by Sandra Osborne

Comments (2)

Brilliant little piece. Well framed.
Tell me that this is brand new! H