By Elena Waas Let them be as stars
Envied, perfect, glowing, beautiful, Yet small and insignificant In a sky of others just the same. I’d rather be the shining sun Spreading light on those around me A comforting warmth when you need me. To have a big and burning temper At times, hidden by clouds of sadness Overwhelmed by others’ burdens, Yet never really gone, the memory of My warm presence covering them Like a blanket. To carry with me cheerful thoughts. I’d rather be blocked out at times Than constantly admired Clustered in cliques, Never lonely, Photographed, a scientist’s prized study. I’d rather be blindingly bright Than a dim glow. I’d take my place in the sky Independent I’d rather be the shining sun. Comments are closed.
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