Grey skies are welcomed just as well as blue
Turmoil and strife shunned the sun
So she won’t be making an appearance today
Not because she cannot or is too weak to endure
Slanderous slings
antagonistic arrows
or entitled expectations
But because she need not
Even when she takes center stage
There are some , not all but more so that usual as of late
That persist to engage in sorrowful shenanigans
Deceit, division, despair, and even damnation
Oh don’t they get it?
Can’t they see?
She shines brighter hoping to turn their eyes away from the darkness
But Pride and Envy seem to lure them back in
For some it is Lust and Greed
And don’t let Sloth fool by his slowness
His calamity is more insidious
but his effects are equally poisonous
That silly Sun , she still shines
She is trying to keep Wrath at bay
But today… she just wearied from it all
And took a break
Perhaps she will be missed
Maybe that will wake them up
From sedating complacency and self absorption
Maybe just maybe
For some
But perhaps not for others
Either way…
She will be back tomorrow no doubt
Even though the others keep creeping in
She can’t help but shine
Because it was what she was made for
© 2021 Sillypoeticnurse (Shelly L. Huckaby)
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