You break me down like I am nothing
Nothing more than a piece of lent
Am I even that?
I am undefined, habitually replaceable
A mess of colors
Take me and bend me in two, I’ve always been used for others satisfaction
Use me up, swallow me whole
Knock me down, pin me, take what you wish
I am a set of tools to be used at your disposition
A heart ache so full it can reach the sun and does
The sun reaches out, those blazing arms engulf my being
I am the sun
The Sun; I-
And in those shadows hide fear, insecurities, unidentifiable trauma, anger, hostility, and the desire for definitive change
Perpetually displeased with the volcanic eruption of emotions, I turn to the orbiting moon and ask her:
How do I learn to quiet the instinctive nature of burning rage of hurt held deep within my soul?
The moon takes her time to reply. I can only assume she is delving thoroughly into her thoughts, bringing the best answer possible to the surface. She says; fuel the rage with conviction, ideals and compassion. Learn to give freely of your love. Do not expect even gratitude in return. Invite change to come. Welcome pain, let it sit for a while and then politely ask it to leave. Do not shy away from fears, instead face them boldly. Ultimately realize that yes, you can cast shadows, but your light radiates above all. You are the center, so shine.