Pouring through the sparkling lens
Of my window.
Against my brow.
I always thought I was too
Undeserving of heaven,
But I realize I am too strong.
Because I could never be the nightmare
Or monsters who broke me;
I have no remorse for being who I am—
So many people have tried to drown
Or water me down.
I am the mountains, flames, and tempest
I refuse to stay on my knees.
When I was born to walk, swim, and fly—
I give both flowers and thorns
Because i am both light and darkness.
Yet I choose the spark of light every time
Because without light darkness
Wouldn’t be so beautiful.