I Am Not the Sun
you were the sun
above the trees
warming me
making me whole
I sought to bask in your light
but
every time I came near
you burned me
again and again
like the willow tree
I bent to your will
smiling softly with a laugh
searching for your radiance
to shine upon me
still
I was not in your favor
while others grinned
soaking in your light
it complemented them
yet I went unnoticed
I did not understand
how something so beautiful
could hurt me so much
but I thank you
your light has guided me
mentored me
to become the moon
I shine in your light
without your knowledge
in my own way
I give light to those
in their darkness
though you did not give light to me in mine
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