I can no longer be lost
Among the stars
Wishing to shine
More brightly than others
Never content in my own
Light
When I have finally realized
That it is no longer the time
To light up a starless sky
In this age of dreams
Bright than a thousand suns
For there are trinket souls
Of a rare and fragile beauty
Like corals in a paperweight
Abandoned by a world
Mindlessly chasing transient
Glamours
I cannot sow every seed
In this spring of an evermore
Inexperienced yet happier world
Of self-fulfillment
I cannot bring the sun
To every shadowed
And unfortunate being
Yet to be blessed with the
Summer of a much
kinder world
I cannot save every leaf
Falling soundlessly
Within this autumn of a
Wizened universe
I cannot shield every
Hungry soul from
This wintry world of
Indifference
But I see a trinket soul
Around me, around
All of us
Fading, almost invisible
Withering and suffering
They are beautiful
But not glamorous
So no one praises them
Like they do to the others
Around these glass souls
They are not poor
Not hungry
Not visibly sick
Nor in desperate
Need of care
So no one ever
Rushes to their side
So they've build a wall
Around themselves
Without doors
Not that they don't
Want anyone to knock
It's just that they know
No one will knock
And deafening silence
Suffocates them
And they can’t stand
Being overlooked
By the seekers
The seekers of
The brightest and darkest
Stunning brilliance and
Obvious sorrow
Some of them feel like
They need the whole world
To love them to death
And no attention is ever enough
But, no one can really
Handle the weight of
The universe
The weight of a billion
Judging eyes on their
Already vulnerable and
Solitary shoulders
They have so much love to give
But they don’t know how to give
Those that already have enough
Couldn’t care less for them
Those that also built a wall
Around themselves
Cower to be broken
By equally fragile mirrors
Of themselves
Most of them have turned to hate
They despise this indifferent world
That have rejected them
Even when the world have done
Nothing to them
Like the empty glass shells
They have become
They project their inner
Bitterness upon every
Living soul
Even those that are hurting
Invisibly just as much as
Them
So the world stayed away
From each and every
Glass child
As it seemed that
There is no cure
For an unseeable illness
Spreading among those
With healthy and able
Bodies
And I was one of them
I wasn’t exactly sick
Mentally or physically
I was just angry
Stubborn
Unhappy
I tried to fight the world
And despised everything
Threw my tantrums
And begged for love
While being the least
Lovable person
And then something happened
I wouldn’t say I burst through my wall
I wouldn’t say I tore it down completely
But, I found my mirror
I found another glass being
That seemed bitter on the outside
But held so much sweetness
Ready to burst through the shell
Yet afraid to be wasted on
Another bland or bitter soul
I gave it all of my love
Even if it’s like artificially
Earning that love through
The looking glass
Loving myself in the process
I never broke both of
Our walls
Yet, I learned to be
A little happier
I learned to love the world
Just a little bit more
Not because I was for once
Or ever above everyone else
In this world
But I was at last a more
Significant part of a little universe
I wasn’t never the sun in anyone’s
Heart
But I like to think I was a moon
In the starless dream of nights
And
At last I was in possession
Of a trinket soul
Beautiful and sweet
That might never light up
The sky
But it finally
For once,
Lit up my whole world
Written around March 6, I submitted it somewhere but it was rejected.