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,
Photographed, a scientist’s prized study.
I’d rather be blindingly bright
Than a dim glow.
I’d take my place in the sky
I’d rather be the shining sun.