Sun Kissed Brown

That sun kissed brown,

is like a warm breeze,

stealing a kiss on a warm day.

A surprising warmth,

Intertwined with might.

The choice to go on?

For who exactly?

Moving forward in a world of trauma

That sunkissed brown of a breeze is searching.

For what you may ask?

For a will to latch on to.

That sun kissed brown of a breeze,

Warms me to continue,

Warms me to live.

Sometime it isn't warm enough,

But when I need her the most,

She appears with the sun.

Both wrapping me in love.

Guiding me through the faults of life,

The fault of people,

Guiding me on.