The Light
They adore me.
She says I am a beacon,
A beacon of what, I do not know.
He calls me luminous,
But what's inside does not show.
I wonder what it would be like
To be the light in someone's eye,
And then I shrink away,
Far too aware of the burden.
After all, the light always goes out.
This poem is about:
Me
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Dust in the Wind
6 years ago
The light never goes out, it may dim but you never quit. As you've said before "nothing will ever extinguish my flame again", so don't ever let something feel like a burden. It's very clear that the people in this poem care about you and believe in you.
Don't convince yourself otherwise.