My own sunshine

The first light seeps through just above the window sill, beneath the rim of the blind and catches the tender flicker that is the space beneath the lid of my eye.

First light, as you creep into the crevice of my soul I lay here and can feel life slowly stir through me intruding my peaceful slumber as I savour the last moments of my solitude.

I know. It is time to greet the dawn light and a new day. Only then can I begin the arduous task of creating my own sunshine.

Poem by Asma Ahmad.