Hidden

There is a light in my hands

He is bright, unable to be missed

He grabs at my attention 

Because he likes to touch things

I used to hide him because he was different

"Put that out," they said, "we don't have one of those"

"It isn't beautiful"

Nobody else had lights in their hands, so I wore gloves

Even while hidden, he liked to touch

He grew hot against my gloves

He told me to try it out

See what happens when we touch someone

He begged, he cried, desperate

"Let me out and I'll show you"

I grew impatient, then curious

I wanted to, but our world was a dark place

I took him to a man in one of the darkest places

So we might hide my persistent light

My glove came off and he danced in my fingertips

His excitement was almost blinding

I reached out and touched the man

His hand was sad and unlit

But as we collided, a light sprang up

Mine had attracted another

And she was a brilliant blue

We found others and grabbed their hands

Theirs were bright and green 

As I looked around, I saw others twinkling like stars

Now safe to emerge

A woman, who had told me to hide

Who had helped me cover him

Who had hated my dear light

She grabbed him, and hers was a blazing red

My light doesn't hide anymore

He tries to glow brighter

To help those searching for light

To find it inside