It wasn't until one day,
A Thursday to be exact,
That I opened my eyes slowly
To the shimmering beams of light.
Soaked deep beneath my skin,
I welcomed the light.
The glow emitted from within me
And released all the inexhaustible pressures
To stand tall,
And grow up.
Nobody should have to carry this heavenly gleam,
I whispered to the tumbling leaves.
I still had ages to play in sandboxes
And be lulled asleep.
I agreed to this long before my
Storm had passed.
All you want is light
In a storm as rough as that.