The million colours of the sunset - a slam poem

My hands covered in the colours of the red-orange sky,

beautiful and full of light,

something falling down on my thigh,

as the rays of the sun touching everything that is breathing,

as the water which gives life

and without there wouldn´t be us after all.

How beautiful is the sunset with all these colours,

a feeling of safety is filling up my chest,

I´ve never felt so relieved in my life.

The sunset may appear to be confronting and familiar

but it is another form of ending.

How beautiful is the mysterious night,

full of unknown sounds flattering to the ears

of every star looking down from the dark sky,

filled with all the black and blue colours

satisfying the emotions I myself do not understand.

The moon is the brightest of them all

but it was never enough light for the flowers

to start blooming inside of me

killing all the voices in my head.

Sunsets are glorious and nights are magical but not as much as the clear sky

telling a story about freedom

and giving hope for a new start.

#beautiful #poem #selfharm