Her

Her

I met a pretty girl

In a messed up world

She didn’t shine

Oh, no,

That girl glowed

I’ve always been blinded

By shiny people

But this girl

Her glow was that of an ember

Comforting on a cold night

I was a damp log

And when she set me on fire

People couldn’t see through the steam

Couldn’t see how she taught me

What the world could truly be

She told me it was lonely

To be an ember

Because they don’t like things that hurt

They hated her truth when it burned them

But I loved her

I let her make me an ember too

So we lit up the night

Together until

The end of our wonder-filled,

Joyful

Days.

~ Bluebell Rizzi

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