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One day, at dusk,
the sun said to the moon
I’m not going to rise,
I’m tired Moon,
everyone expects from me,
everyone takes me for granted,
they can’t even look at me
for I sting their eyes,
painful I am to them, Moon,
and yet
they seek my warmth and light,
that is what an irony I am.

Look at you instead, Moon.
They all love you.
They can look at you.
Some worship you.
They can’t get enough of you.

One of these mornings, Moon,
I’d just like to lie in.
I, imagine, perhaps,
when I appear the next day
as they would have been in darkness,
that they’d be grateful
for my existence.

ABOUT THE COLUMNIST

Nell-Lynn Perera’s favorite past times are writing proses and painting. Being able to connect with people through them has encouraged her to continue doing both with a growing passion. Many times upon reading her poems or looking at her artwork, people assume that she’s living through what she wrote or painted – not necessarily so. She writes to inspire people mostly, even if it’s through a dark piece of writing or art. In life, she’s realized most things are relative. And everything shall pass. This is the beauty of life.

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