From darkness, I create the light

And breathe white fire

Across the midnight sky

Give life to the lanterns known as stars

Not for the world, but for myself

To gaze into the coming days

With a vision for my next aim.

Negative space--

Not long ago, it was the only home

I knew, and

I thought

I was one of the few

Who had to learn to build

Brick by brick, from my heart to the moon and beyond

But at the end of dawn

Like anything, it's an art

That takes a certain drive

To form beauty out of disgrace.

In doing so

I refuse to bow

Down

To the rest of earth

That's light years behind, where

People from another time

Try to understand why

I live

For defying my own limits

When for most, keeping just within the

Grasp

Of satisfaction is enough.

But I'm never satisfied

By the outside words that claim

I should be grateful for the times

The stars have aligned in my favour

As if it was the universe, and not I

Who spun every thread of the dress I wear,

With bare hands

A cup of luck

And the rest from the beating of my heart.

So let me say

That our eyes are different

You may be drawn

To those who seek recognition; the definition

Of targets for your contempt

But inside

This

Is the way I heal

By measuring the distance between today and tomorrow

What I have, what I want and what I

Need to feel complete

So one day

When I find the path that reaches the sky

I can sleep among the stars

And gaze upon the glittering lights;

One spark for every dream I've given life.

Surprisingly I struggled with getting the voice right in this poem. It took me a while to find the right metaphors too. It's not my best but I think this poem does define a good chunk of myself.

Anyway, so far this collection has the running themes of trees, stages and stars. I might have to change the title of this collection if this trend continues...