Maybe it’s not that my light
doesn’t shine bright enough
for others to care,
Maybe it’s that my light shines too bright;
hard to witness, to bear.
So the world throws its shade and its filters,
in forms of trauma and tragedy,
in attempts to dim or dull
my light capacity.
But I still glow and gleam in the dark…
Beaming dazzling light into the night sky,
like art

Kyoko WP