As a little girl I used to sit on the beach and watch the sun setting over the horizon. Beautiful splashes of color in the sky. The colors blending with the rolling waves. Back home the sunsets are breathtaking. I would beg the sun not to go. Afraid and in tears because I knew that what was coming. I always walked away angry. No matter how beautiful the sunset was, I would not erase the darkness in my life.
Somewhere between there and now, I have come to realize the beauty in the setting sun. In something I used to find such sadness in, I now find comfort. Sunsets here will never live up to the ones back home. But they mean I have made it though another day. I am alive. And I am no longer afraid.
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