Sometimes it's hard to imagine the sheer scale of you that I once knew
Before your world became so small and mine grew to be so big.
I remember it well, the vast expanse of your love. The timeless, bottomless stories you wove around my head, soft but strong like a cosy crown, borne of threads collected from a thousand places and a thousand different hearts, and sewn into mine like a beautiful, colourful reminder of my very own Origin Story.
Before today, I was enveloped by your geography. Before him and now and your New World Order, where all you talk about is Moira and the plums and what time the market opens on Sunday.
Oh, how we would mock monotony, with all its routine and... how you used to loathe routine. Now I watch helplessly as it shrinks you, smaller and smaller, like a russian doll losing her layers.
Oh how I long for your vastness to return to you.
it would be really helpful
if the world could just stop turning, for a moment
If I could step
to keep me
and straighten my back
That would be really helpful.
I think because my light seems endless
People don't realise
That I only have so much of myself
And when that light is running dim
It takes my
So I can burn a moment longer
Shine a sparkle brighter
Illuminate the way
a little distance further
To always give them
just one more joule.
And because there is always another person
who will need me next, tomorrow or thereafter
I will never let my torch fall dark.
in order to love everyone,
To keep my reserves bright enough
for everyone else,
I burn myself
Into the shadows.