Enduring

The sun sets and without it the world grows cool and monochrome.

Life already feels grey, without the sun, more so.

The cool dark stretches for years ahead of me and years behind.

What does it take to cause the sun to return, besides enduring the long, cold night?

I am weary of enduring; weary of the dark and the monotone.

Have I adapted to the bleakness or have I forgotten how sun can light up the world?

Is it both; is there any difference?

The leaves fall from the trees; snow flies, wind howls, but spring never comes.

Somehow even the darkness is too bright for my eyes, so I shut myself away further.

The cold seeps under my skin and the dark leeches into my bones.

Still, I find I cannot bring myself to yearn for the sun’s return.

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Hope this finds you well,

-L