I Want to be the Sun

I Want to be the Sun by Berly

a red rose drops its petals
a yellow birch loses its leaves
a baby bird leaves the only home it knows
—the sun still rises

I spend the day under white cotton sheets
I let the shadows stay in my room
I decorate my vanity with decayed petals
—the sun still rose

can I be this unfazed?

<strong>Berly</strong>
Berly

My name is Berly a 23-year old Puerto Rican poet raised in New Jersey and now call Massachusetts home. I am a libra sun and in graduate school pursuing an MA in Public Policy and Administration. 

I began writing intently in 2019 and started my poetry account about two months ago after deciding that I wanted my words to exist some place besides my notes app. Writing has been a way for me to bring whatever brews inside my chest forward in the hopes that it will free me, in essence, I write to free myself. 

I have enjoyed writing every day and a lot of my poems center around unpacking trauma, love, endings, beginnings, nature, sexuality, and relationships. 

Besides writing I enjoy reading poetry (my favorite poets are Nayyirah Waheed, Olivia Gatwood, Rupi Kaur, Mary Oliver, & Blythe Baird), journaling, shopping, sitting under the sun, and trying to find the best strawberry lemonade. 

I hope to continue writing and maybe publish a poetry book. We shall see what the universe has in store for me.

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