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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