Firefly

You thought you were so put together, and yet so easily you come undone. You have good days and bad days. Some days, you have more bad than good. But spring will come. Summer will come. You will feel warmth again. Night will fade, and you will stand in the sun. Light will return, illuminating your veins. You just have to love yourself until it does. You have to love yourself in the night. I know that when you see your reflection, you don’t recognize yourself. But that’s okay. Because I still see you. And you are brighter than you realize. Even when your deep sadness and your exquisite pain paint shadows on your already worn face, the world sees something different. I see something different. I see how you glow and glow, more intimately and more intensely as you bare your soul and clench your teeth and hold on for dear life. I see spirit. And beauty. And grit. I see a firefly, both hesitant and radiant.