The waves crash down on me, burying me in my past.
Stay there you child, you do not know enough to talk.
I get beat down with their words, their unintelligent assumptions.
The wind blows me ten steps back every time I move an inch.
I reach to the sky, palms extended upright.
I curl my fingers around a star, it’s jagged edges cut me.
Human reactions scream at me, demanding the obvious reaction which I ignore.
I hold on tighter, gripping this last string of hope.
This here is my light.
