Blackout Curtains

I ask that, tomorrow, the sun rises on a happier me.

I ask that the curtains of my room won’t lose their battle with the light again. Instead, when the sun flashlights across the darkness of our planet, searching for whatever it must’ve lost, let it find me, shining back a warmth so real that sunlight will no longer feel alone.

Let the stars find their fire in me.

Let hope be trapped in my orbit,

Let my gravity pull peace,

Let purpose spin around my heated frame.

Tomorrow, let my blackout curtains burn away to reveal the passion of the day. Let every shivering corner of my spirit illuminate and fill up with the joy that each morning deprives me of.

I ask that, tomorrow, the sun rises on a happier me.