Shadows Hide Under the Sun

Shadows hide under the sun, quiet as secrets that refuse to die.

Even in the brightest heat, they cling to the edges, curling around truth like a warning.

Light doesn’t erase darkness— it only shows where it’s been waiting.

slipping beneath the glow as if warmth alone could make them harmless.

But even noon has corners, and even joy has places it won’t touch.

Still, I walk forward, letting the light fall where it may, unafraid of what follows behind me.