She looked at herself,
And saw a tiny dim light.
Flickering for life,
It wasn't too bright.
Non existent: she could call it,
Compared to the sun shining
Within others. Everytime theirs grew brighter,
She could feel her light fading.
She was trapped in a prison,
Guarded by Fear.
Shouting out for help,
Yet nobody could hear.
Hope helped her escape.
She burst through her cage.
Now shining a bit brighter,
She seemed unfazed.
She sparked up,
Shining radiantly and bright.
Setting fires all around her,
She spread her growing light.
Everyone has their chance to shine,
They leave their mark once they do.
There's place for everyone you see,
Even if you think you're one of the few.
~Sharanya
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Random thought:
Everyone has a spark in them. We just have to wait for it to set fire in something. Then the fire will spread and nothing can stop it.
Stay beautiful ❤
Peace out✌
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