SUNSHINE AURA – poetry. short stories. community.

Sometimes I go for walks and wonder

I wonder about this wondrous world.

A place where simple joys and beauty exist

Such as the cuddles from your new puppy

The sunrise stretching across the entire sky

As if it is blowing you a kiss, whispering good morning

And the freedom of swimming in open water

Feeling all at once so small yet a piece of something grand.

A place where people are abused, hurt, and tortured daily

Left out in the cold with no friends or family to help

Intimidated, neglected, trashed, touched

Uncared for, unloved, unsafe

The restraint of being stuck and tied down in something

Or with someone whom they fear and want to escape

Screaming out with all their heart for a better life.

Make it make sense.

Make it make sense that this world can hold such beauty

Seemingly a perfect place of harmony and peace

Expanding and loving in one moment, one inhale,

But upon the exhale, it becomes chaotic.

The world goes the exact opposite way, no longer a utopia,

But a hell from where people and animals wish to escape

The deathly (literally or figuratively) onslaught of terror.

Make it make sense.