the deluded ones [#2]

secluded

may 24th, 2017

it's like a whisper that slips through the soft silence, and it's a whisper that stabs at me.

"no. i hate myself."

it sends my head into a sense of alertness, and i can feel a change shift within me. to have to hear you speak those words about yourself, i don't know what to do.

there is nothing for you to hate; there is so much to you that deserves to be protected but has only been maimed ever so often.

you say i'm a light; you always say that, no matter what, i never go out. to you, i'm like an endlessly lit candle, but you? you are so so much more to me.

i may be a light, but you? you are like the sun. you are the source of light that warms people's skin. you are the source of light that comforts their hearts after a deafening storm. you are the source of light that people rejoice and dance in.

you're a necessity because, without the sun, we'd cease to live. there would be nothing to live for or anything living. many may not realize this, but many cannot see when they wish to hide their eyes and turn away.

but i know better, and, even if you don't believe me, i know that you're my sun. you give me the strength to be a light, and, for that, i am grateful.