When you were born,
You were everything light.
Your toothless smile shone like the sun
It was the muse for beautiful songs hitherto unsung.
Your skin was so smooth
That fingers caressed it with purity and joy undefined.
You were born light,
Your light shone
And all people saw when they saw you was a rising sun
A flower in its spring
Blossoming and budding beautifully
You were a rose dipped in ink,
Painting laughter on once pained faces
Bringing a new fragrance to people who had stopped perceiving..
Your growth was watched keenly
Like a predator would a prey
You could feel the eyes on you each time you raised your head to catch your breath
And at such moments you forget how to breathe.
Their expectations was the only prayer you knew.
Each one met was joy renewed.
But somewhere somehow your roots stopped spreading in the loam where it was planted
You could feel the sap in your stem dry up,
Your rose began to wither
And you bent in the direction of light
Hoping to find it and live
For with the light and air, will you find food for growth
But your sun seemed to set
And perhaps never to rise again.
With the dimmed light of your soul went hope and strength
Those expectations became cords around your neck that threatened to steal your life
And then you prayed to learn the art of truly living before leaving life.
Through it all you began to look for the stars in your black night
Since you couldn’t see your light.
You found the stars
You realized you were a star
But what is a star compared to a sun you wonder
That tiny twinkling thing transports thoughts of truth
To hearts that know that in it is still the sun’s light reflecting
That no matter how black the sky is, men still look up to those stars with pride and awe.
But you do not know these things
Because at this time you’ve fallen and have decidedly remained in that state
And you are now without light
That even in your darkness you know not how to shine.
To you, you are nothing close to a star
For all you see are your scars
The black parchment on your once smooth skin
Now withered that it elicits painful sighs
Of how good your life would have been if only it climbed heights
And shone bright like they had expected when you were born.