But when I get cold,
there will suddenly be plenty trying to turn it on,
even though their thumbs start to get numb.
They reach out with: "we need you," and then graciously say: "alright, I understand."
But they don’t know my seasons enough; summer season, striving to be my best for everyone, sometimes takes a pause.
Times up.
The fire, though, from where it comes from, shines brightly, regardless of my soul spreading snowflakes.
Even though it built a world just so it can be illuminated,
what has been built by God, who I don’t remember but know.
People put their cigarette on it for their own need and thank those who share their own lightner and take a moment, to share a moment, by holding it on tight.
I was about to waste my hand but remembered my own worth too.
Categories:
lightner, 9th grade,
Form: Narrative