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 2018