We Built the Light at the End of the Tunnel
We were born with illuminated souls
ready to set our foretold destinies ablaze.
But those who were meant to nurture and guard our innocence
only fed the flames to keep their own hearths warm.
To keep the wicked perceptions and twisted darkness that they created
from slipping into their minds.
They brought us into this poisonous world
just to steal our luminescence and fill their firefly jars.
Now, we order ourselves to commiserate over each lesion left on our hearts
where childhood was meant to lay.
We’ve built our castle blocks from the dirt and clay our mothers and fathers used to
bury our bodies alive in already decomposing caskets.
Inside, all that is left of us are the smoldering embers of lost hope in who we thought we were.
Who we were supposed to be.
Who we were told we could be.