Rise

My heart... is like the sun.

It doesn't stop beating.

The sun doesn't stop shining... somewhere.

My heart flickers. Emotions changing and trying to decipher.

The sun gets covered up, and shines out.

The difference is, I can be cold.

Frigid cold. Malign. A terrible person.

But the sun, it is only warmth. Continues warmth.

I cry, I scorn, I wound.

But the sun just sits there.

But I can be marvelous.

I can be charitable.

I can be one-of-a-kind in a good way.

The sun can only be its self.

It can only sit there and look pretty.

I can rise and be so much more.

I will rise.