Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing


The sun sank behind the bay,
and her heart was as heavy as her handbag,
full of things she kept for sentimental, stupid reasons,
lost in seasons of sorrow,
sewing herself together as the seeds of tomorrow are sowed.

She may cry tonight,
but the sun has promised to rise again,
and it will carry her with it.

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