It overwhelms me:
the desire to shield you
from the onslaught of pain
promised in every
coming of age story:
sharp corners,
blistered badges earned
from the bright sun,
a heart too fond
of an unfaithful face.
I'm sorry
I can't shield you
from the darkness,
but I hope you learn
that for every sun setting,
there will be a sun that rises
to paint the new day
across the sky.
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