the joy, grief, and comfort you provide me...

you shine when i can’t do so.
your brightness stings my soul.
only you can possibly know
what happens in the nighttime.

i envy you;
an object that can withstand forceful winds,
and the coldest of nights.

i look out to you
and hope i can find some clarity
on the darkest thoughts
that roam my mind.

i search for my true identity;
a search that may be endless,
but I must try.

if only I could be a sturdy streetlight,
planted in the earth,
instead of my head in the clouds.