By Justine C. Tajonera
I watch the sunlight
bounce off the water
running from my morning
shower
and meditate on
the meaning of
being a source
of light.
The sun does not
labor to rise,
it is a thing
of terrible beauty
unleashed
in the universe.
What is it
to be
unleashed?
To grow in grandeur
and power
and radiance
without ever
diminishing.
I am a sun
unto a world
I have not yet
defined.
I am an ember
that needs only
a draft
to raise me
into a bonfire.
It is only a matter
of time.
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