A piece of myself
Its not as simple as it may sound, to show someone a side so profound. You open up to them and they see your glow, but they take and take and the less you grow. Once they have taken what they wished and go, you are left soulless with little glow. You close back up and you wrap into your self and on the embers blow. You try with all of your might to reignite what they stole, but those around you have already taken their toll.
Then light it turns to night, and sorrow comes with the ravens flight. The sun fades and in comes the rain, but still you try to fight the pain. You fan and you blow these embers almost ash with hopes to rekindle with a flash.
You become tired and soaked, sadnesses chill pierces you to the bone, and depression in your mind finds a home, but still you fight through your plite, and finally after the thunders horn, right as your feeling far to worn, a glow of warmth and light you once again adorn. You hold onto it tighter now protecting it once its born.
You guard it with a fight. Not wishing to see the former blight. When others come close you push them away... for this is your light to keep you warm that day. You decide not to share, and you really stop to care... This is your light to find your way.
And then that one faithful day, you find another who fails to shine, their embers on which darkness dine. They stand there in the rain, and you remember that pain. You offer your hand with a soft hearted smile, you tell them to worry not that you have been saving your glow, and here a piece for you dear sorrowful friend, I really hope it stays with you till the end.
Dedicated to Erica Gray for all the empathy she shows me in my times of need
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