We all are made of
We all feel
There are a million things that we aren’t.
There are a million and one things that we are.
When we look at comparisons,
holding ourselves up to
or someone we think should be our mirror,
we always look at the one thing that makes us different.
By doing so, we either
negate the other person
because we believe our difference is more important,
or we negate ourselves
because we believe our difference makes us somehow deficient.
we should be looking
at the one thing that makes each of us unique.
and celebrating the miracle of improbability
that created it.
It’s all in the connotation of things.
The way we see things in either:
lightness or darkness.
love or hate.
lament or celebration.
We all try to dim
our fellow stars,
but it doesn’t have to be this way.
This post initially appear on Miss Ross’s Blog via my school district.
Featured Image: Pixabay – “Stars” by skeeze (CC0 Public Domain)
There is a vanishing point well off in the distance
that signifies the end of the world as we know it.
The fallibility of the human eye cannot see beyond it,
but as sure as we know the Earth is round,
we know there must be something there reaching out to us.
Vanishing points don’t just exist on the horizon.
They exist in the human soul.
What lies beyond this precipice of our humanity?
Could it be we are each born with a black hole at our center
ever consuming the light within us?
But vanishing points don’t just diminish the light
as it tends towards evening twilight and darkness.
They also herald the coming sunrise,
meeting it head on and erupting the sky into
sprays of warm golds and brilliant blues.
This is the moment where there is either
life or death, love or loss, light or darkness.
This is the moment where we meet –
The vanishing point between
who I was,
who I am,
who I want to be.
In response to Daily Prompt: Vanish
Featured Image: Pixabay – “Horizon” by diego_torres (CC0 Public Domain)