Glowing veins bloom in me;

Every night they dazzle and blind me.

They remind me who I am,

Who I wasn't meant to be.

So ordinary, yet so out of place

Valued so little by those so near.

Just another speck of green

In her rich and blossoming garden.

But I was approached by her

She came and saw me.

I was made the focus of her picture

Glinting in the darkness with my reflection.

Maybe these veins glowing in me

Were meant to remind my ordinary self

Who I really was meant to be.

Made to dazzle others with my glow.

Made to be myself.

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• Date written: April 18, 2017 • Word Count: 106 • Line Count: 17 • Stanza Count: 5 •