Through the window
The sunlight shines
Piercing the shadows
With fragments of life
Reflecting the world
From the outside in
Creating intrigue
And curiosity within
The dancing light
Continues to spread
Reaching your body
Lying still in your bed
There's nowhere to run
No need to hide
For only hope
Travels with light
With every ray
The warmth will spread
Calming the storm
Harboured by night
Piercing the clouds
The invitation is sent
No words are said
The message is heard
Loud and clear in your head
Life waits patiently
But not forever
Filling the room
With golden beams
Lifting your spirit
Igniting your dreams
Awaiting from you
The sun in the sky
Stirring a feeling
Deep down inside
To get out of bed
It must be time
For life's love letter
A heartfelt reply
About the Creator
Simon George
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
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90s winter lessons
*** Frozen fingers can – Tie no shoes. Hot baths bring no – warmth. Cold water thaws. *** Whenever my toes or fingers go numb from the cold, and I rush home in search of warmth, I hover my hand over the hot water tap. But I'm an 80s kid and grew up in the 90s when playing football with ice on the pitch was still allowed. I always remember the sting of bitter shock and disappointment when my freezing cold toes hit the steaming hot water of a lovingly prepared bath.
By Simon George25 days ago in Poets
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