I’d originally started this as another page but I’ve decided to just start a “series” of posts. I’ve been writing for a long time, and while I look at most of my old stuff and cringe, I do treasure a few. My old signature was to not title my poems, just date them. So in this series My Untitled Past, I’ll post my old favorites.

November 16, 2009

 

The sun will always rise, I know that

Out of everything not to be sure about

Thats one fact I can trust

My daddy may leave and my mama may soon die

But the sun will always rise

It holds so many different meanings

A beautiful morn or another dreadful day

A calm to the storm, a sign to show the way

To me it means trust. Dependability.

A kept promise of a greater light

So much more reliable than humans

Or even my own heart’s emotions

I can’t always believe in those lies

They’re tricky and sneaky, unsure of their purpose

They’ll lead me astray

But the sun? it knows what it is and what its supposed to do

And it does it everyday

Thats a model that I can follow

An honest, trustworthy guide

If I go by the same standard the sun lives by
I think I’ll be alright, I’ll know how to rise

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unsplash-logoJorge Vasconez