Psyched

Soft sun on my skin

Reminds me of my youth.

A visit from kin,

Brings me joy and growth.

Love and excitement seem far away

But a visit from the Dr. brightened my day.

I know I’m not well and have a lot to learn,

But holding hope in my heart makes me less concerned.

Soft sun on my skin,

It’s the little things in life

That I hold on to to hold back strife

When the sun goes down I look at the stars

And it reminds me of sunlight,

A star like ours.

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