The Light Which You Become

It wasn't until one day,

A Thursday to be exact,

That I opened my eyes slowly

To the shimmering beams of light.

Soaked deep beneath my skin,

I welcomed the light.

The glow emitted from within me

And released all the inexhaustible pressures

To stand tall,

Be responsible,

And grow up.

Nobody should have to carry this heavenly gleam,

I whispered to the tumbling leaves.

I still had ages to play in sandboxes

And be lulled asleep.

But unfortunately,

I agreed to this long before my

Storm had passed.

All you want is light

In a storm as rough as that.

 

[A.R.S.]

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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