When I was a child,
New and unmolded,
Tomorrow glistened with dew,
A spinning kaleidoscope
Of life.
As the world revolved,
I became cold
In the darkness;
Frightened of the false
Promises, I had believed
So strongly.
Breaking the ice
Is not easy,
It melts so slow.
But a planet revolves
About me, and I can feel
The sunshine.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sunshine/
