For years I felt like one of those clowns inside a glass case.
You know the kind that used to sit on piers
at seaside towns,
lighting up when people walked past?
I lit up for people I loved,
for those who loved me
and sometimes for the ones who didn’t.
When they weren’t there,
my head would hang
heavy with loneliness,
shoulders drooped –
encaged inside my own little world.
‘This is no way to live.’
I began to say to myself –
giving energy to others;
beaming in their presence and
then shutting down without them.
So, I began to find ways to light up on my own;
Read, Write, Sing, Walk
And now I am lit up for all to see,
for nobody else but me.
And the time will come
when I will shine just that bit brighter
for one who stands to admire me
just that bit longer than the rest;
who lights up just as much as me
when our eyes meet.
And we will sit side by side –
for nobody else but us.
© 2018 Lindsey Bailey