#sweet soul

Tell me how the sunshine felt on your face

after you dropped to your knees and swore

you could no longer go on.

Tell me that the warmth of its rays reached out

to warm the tears from your eyes

and kiss the cries from your lips.

Tell me you found something beautiful

in the breaking, and when you stood you took it

all away and carried it home with you.

How else could your soul be this golden?

If you hadn’t stolen the sun to fill your heart,

and cram your pockets with its pure light.

-Nicole Lyons