Sol Anatomy

Christiannie Anderson |

Only the people who really know me relate me to the sun. Sure, my hair is golden like the rays that warm your skin. That the only jewelry that ever compliments me is gold. But I am so much more than what I look like on my outer corona. Within my benevolence is a glowing ball made of pain and passion. It’s the nuclear fusion that is built from my past and memories- the living chemistry of everything I’ve gone through. Tell me, if you saw the darkness that lives within my core would you think of me the same?

For, I did not choose to be the sun… I was made into it. So I will drench anything that dares to face me with the radiant light of my compassionate heart and ability to love.

I am the giver of light and beauty- to change the temperature in every room you open the blinds to.

But being just as torrid, I will burn those who dare to come close and face all parts of me.

You will not leave me without the evidence of dots sprinkled along all the exposed parts of yourself- the consequence of knowing me. My warmth is familiar like a kiss of a memory. But, to love me- you can’t get too close until you accept and understand the anatomy of my layers. Fall into my gravity and I’ll show you what makes up my solar system.