The Sun has all but stopped shining and the air around me is tense; as I start a whole new day. What can I do: what can I say to make this pain go away. I often wonder how I would feel to see my beloved suddenly appear, knowing that they are nowhere near. This saddens my heart and makes me cry, cause I often wonder why. Then I realize that the sun is still shining: so I lift up my head and countenance knowing that I have lived to see another day.
© Monica Bertrand