She could be the sun, shining brightly

Sharing warmth to those who are cold

She is a delight to others

Seemingly bright, seemingly bold

She could be the moon, reflecting the sun’s light

Illuminating the path from up high

She could be a star cluster, slightly far

But enough to brighten up the dark sky

But we become blinded by those that she shows

That we don’t even feel, or even see

All that weight she carries on his shoulders

With the suspicion that, from it, she will never be free

She feels like the sun, too hot to touch

Afraid to hurt others when she comes too near

She feels like the moon, could light up

But only if she’s around with a peer

She feels like a star, so distant from people

Before others could see her, she already feels like dying

All these things shut her out from the rest of us,

Leaving her in a corner, head buried in her arms, crying.

There are a few who know of her struggles,

But nevertheless would never leave her alone.

They told her they’d be there for her

No matter if she dimmed or shone

It didn’t matter if it became a bit hotter by the second

They’d bask in the radiance to be warm

They say they’re grateful to have her

To get away from the cold, and oncoming storm

For them, though unable to produce light on its own

She was still beautiful to them, just as the sun

If she wasn’t there to help illuminate the world

In its darkest hours, it would never be done

If she only knew how much people want to know her better

To get hold and to know about her more

Hoping to liven up her soul and light up her flames

To keep the fire burning from the surface down to the core