The nights are warm the days seem long
my heart is healing, I should feel strong
The solstice comes to welcome light
Where worlds converge, just sheer delight
But in the back of our minds, there lies
Memories of days with darkened skies
Which do we listen to when we’re here?
Perhaps the truth is what we fear.
©2026 CBialczak
Stine Writing 
The days with the most light means that from now it will only get darker.
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Christine, this one is chock full of truth! And it flowed easily!!
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I enjoyed the probing nature of this poem if not a little unsettling…well done!🩵
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Happy summer solstice and truth is feared because it doesn’t sugarcoat things, I think, at least that is the thought that popped up when I read the last line.
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So lovely Christine! Happy summer solstice! X
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Great write What do we listen too? Good question
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