Becoming Sunsoaked

I find myself
staring out the window again
like a life-seeking sunflower
ready to grow.

Flowers don't see
but I do
and the whispy blue sky
and the perpendiculars of
this window-and-curtained cut of city
entice me.

For a moment I think
it might make me seem
empty headed,
but I'm not.
I am however, fairly
empty-hearted
and I think the light
might help.

I think of how the Lord is light.
In the moment, I understand
why so many religions
celebrate the holy light.

Only it can bring the darkness to subside.

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