This Little Light
It was the
Building of forts, my entire body being clad with blankets
That gave me a path worth taking into the warmth of my imagination
The fabric kissing my skin with the tenderness of future nostalgia
But it’s hard to recognize a memory when it’s presently laying upon ya
Now I look back at 25 wishing I had a place of safety to run and hide
Instead everywhere I look I’m seemingly confronted by punishment’s eyes
Beady pupils looking on, masked in the darkness, from mad afar, is-
All the bastards, wolves and vultures waiting to scavenge scraps from my carcass
My creativity always acted as a veil, a shield to the perennial darkness
Losing the same light that I hold to is what made all of my enemies heartless
The haze you see the world in when you’re thinking of yesterday
The warm butterflies of childhood wonderment all lying in shallow graves
The day I lose the spark is the day I lose the reason my heart ticks
When life becomes a sloppy collage of debts, bills and trips to the market
Used to wield metal pipes to epic samurai showdowns in the backyard
Fly a rocket ship around the universe, team up with the Avengers to defend Asgard
But there’s no escape from the inevitable spoils of age..
Used to hole up in my room to script music I knew one day I’d perform on stage
But this little light of mine will have to extinguished..
What you’re asking me to do with my life holds quite a bit of weight
Fuck my gift you want me to confine it in a cage? Wrap my inner writer up in chains?
Though there’s this voice inside of me that conspires to escape
That wants to inspire and create, you want me to hide away the paints?
Pretend this talent is a facade, you want me to lie right to their face?
Ball up all the scraps and the memories that I had as a child to throw away...
Well….i suppose it’s over, as the once bright light begins to fade
Tear down these fort walls, and prepare myself as sacrifice for the vampires that lie in wait
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