The light was first lit when I was born.
My fire shone as bright as the sun;
maybe even a little brighter with all the joy.
From a young age I was told to be a bundle of light.
But, as years went by the blaze grew dim.
My school assignments would pile up on my desk collecting dust.
My motivation and energy would come and go.
I felt tired..and not from running around tired.
I felt mentally tired.
By time I got to middle school my bright blaze was now a small flickering lambent light.
As more time went on, my light eventually faded away.
I was no longer the bundle of light and joy from past years.
I was no longer the small infant that shone brighter than the sun.
Instead I was an empty and dull waiting for my light to be re-lit.
