The Sun Will Rise

The sun brightened the sky

All my worries lifted high 

Many anxieties 

My brain occupied

Some nights I feel I may cry 

Day after day I say I feel fine 

Heaven knows that is a lie

Tomorrow again the sun will rise

Let's hope of stress its not comprised

Tomorrow is the day I hope to thrive

Until then I wait for the sun to rise  

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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