Sunburn

there is was -
the remains of a day.
A day which dawned
with potential
with surprises.
a day of promise.
would it be
a change in direction?

today
in my hands,
released by
my hands,
scraped out
from the crevice,
i stare at it -
a symbol of a day,
a day of nothing,
of no potential
of no promise.
Fading in the sun,
burning in the sun,
time spent -too long,
disintegrating,
decaying,
the change- irreversible.

Unlike it,
i stand defiantly,
still breathing,
still living,
still radiating,
a symbol of promise.
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