for that is a place it cannot go;
sometimes the bright sun doubts
his brilliance, having nothing to compare.
But we who grow in shade see both,
the knowledge bittersweet & sour
on our silent tongues: should we even
tell the sun that he is bright? For
in doing so, we speak of darkness,
and turn his doubts to longing and despair.
But he must know; the light
must know that it is such, and we
have no choice but to trust
the light will always brightness be.
February 2020
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