I stand here on the roof wondering if they know
I stand in silence as people around me converse while I write
The light is like sign that lights up the world around everyone yet I feel like a dark spot in the corners of rooms or shadows
Is it due to the nervousness of talking to people?
Or am I just a quiet soul among whole hearted individuals
They make jokes to bring a smile to my face
They tease yet I still smile like I have my own space
Does the light show me the way to peace and tranquility?
Or does it give me a hope that deep in the darkest pits of my mind
Yet the beauty of this light has me feel warm
I feel tired yet taken care of
I Must rest these weary thoughts and dream of the this Light of Beauty
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Poetic Tales and Philosophical Days: The Creator
PoetryAs the Creator my mind must speak and must share what knowledge I give
