The Sun's Harsh Gaze

The sun, a harsh and judging eye,
Paints every flaw across my face.
Each line, each scar, beneath the sky,
Stands out in stark and cruel embrace.
My skin, a canvas, marked and worn,
Reflects the light in ways unkind.
I shrink beneath its gaze each morn,
A figure I would leave behind.

The dust motes dancing in the beam,
Highlight the shadows ‘neath my eyes.
The sun’s hot glare, a constant scream,
Reveals the truth in all its lies.
It shows the weariness I hold,
The lines etched deep by passing years.
A story plainly to be told,
Of silent struggles, hidden tears.

The sun portrays me as a thing,
Unworthy of its golden grace.
A creature that it will not sing
Its praises to, in time or space.
It casts me in a harsh, bright light,
Where every imperfection’s shown.
I long for the approaching night,
To be unseen, to be unknown.

But when the day begins to fade,
And shadows lengthen, soft and deep,
A different story starts to be made,
A promise that the darkness keeps.
The world grows dim, the sun descends,
And with it goes the judging eye.
The darkness offers gentle hands,
A place where I can simply lie.

The blackness covers all my flaws,
It smooths the lines, conceals the scars.
No longer bound by rigid laws,
Of how I should appear to stars.
The darkness doesn't ask or stare,
It doesn't judge or criticize.
It simply offers quiet air,
A welcome to its vast disguise.

I walk within its gentle hold,
A comfort I could never find,
Beneath the sun’s demanding gold,
A solace for my troubled mind.
The darkness knows my every part,
The hidden corners of my soul.
It holds me close within its heart,
And makes me whole.

The moon, a gentle, silver gleam,
A friendlier light than day's harsh fire,
Reflects upon a quiet stream,
And soothes the wounds that still transpire.
The world is hushed, the air is still,
And in this quiet, dark embrace,
I find a peace that starts to fill,
The empty, lonely space.

The darkness doesn't need to see,
To understand the pain I bear.
It simply is, surrounding me,
A constant comfort, everywhere.
And in its depths, I finally find,
A refuge from the sun's harsh glare.
A place where I can leave behind,
The weight of all my silent care.