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The Shadow Of The Sun

For many days
 I stood
In the shadow of the sun
 I watched cities built and destroyed before my eyes
 Their memories faded into smoke
 And covered the skies

 Hungry ghosts hunted everywhere 
 Devouring everything in sight
 Searching for
Bits of bones and
 Glimmers of gold
 As they dripped their insanity
 Over the rocks and rubble

 I watched them
 Frozen in time
The smoke choked me and 
 I could not breathe and
 The sky grew darker with
 Each ragged breath
 And still I
 Could not bring myself
 To walk Into the light

 Until one day the wind blew
 And tore away my shelter and solace
 All I had known,
 My only comfort
 While I watched the world dissolve from inside
 Slowly Burn and implode

 At first my skin burnt badly
 And I cried an ocean of tears
 And in the rivers they created
 Swam my billion and one fears

 The ghosts were hungrier now
 And I fed them with my blood
 The people that built the cities
 Turned to flames 
Dancing in the smoke

 I rattled and shook and that the wished the ground
 Would swallow up my soul
 Hours passed like days and  
I burned myself
 Again and again
 On the fire of hope
 That raged against the darkness
 Threatening to swallow
 My aching heart
 Once and for all

But then came a silence that deafened me 
 And the wind brought with it the
Sweet sound of surrender
 Distant memories trapped in glass
 From many moons ago

 I looked up at the skies
 Where birds flew once again
 And my heart began to swell
 Like the banks of the rivers
 That flowed from my eyes

 My skin grew tough and
 My eyes Burned bright
 And I remembered
 What I thought had been lost
 Was only hiding in plain sight

 As the sunlight poured through the smoke
 My soul sparkled and grew
 A fountain sprang from within me
 With a force I never knew

 I smiled to myself
 As the answers became clear
And a glimmer of hope shot
 Through the darkness all around me
 now that it was not hidden by
 the shadow of the sun
Written by WordWeaver
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Author's Note
A poem about overcoming depression and waking from the long, dark night of the soul.
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