Sunshine Poem by Anna Louise Page

Sunshine

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Clinging to the edge,
even though the bottom is sunshine.
Piercing, fragmented rays - dripping with ink.
So much to hold on for
Yet nothing at all.
Emptiness.

Do I let nails grind away at the stony edge,
in the hope of revealing diamonds?
Or shall I succumb to the pit,
to this feeling?
Between the light and shadow there is no escape.
Each swallows you up in turn - this feeling.
Like the sea.

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