I Will Hold The Sun In My Palm Poem by Rachel Henley

I Will Hold The Sun In My Palm



Each day I breathe in a world,
that was not a world I once knew,
I now live, with desperate courage,
do things I never dared to do.

Tomorrow I will do the odd,
and yesterday I done the weird,
for I grew weary for accepting life,
as it first appeared.

Life is wasted on the living,
and the living are wasting away,
But I plan to live,
as if I cannot live another day.

I may not leave a mark for the next to see,
and my story may never be a tale to be told,
But I will hold the sun in my palm, ,
and still cry out that it's cold.

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