My Name

“What is in a name?”
My dead, good friend Shakespeare said to me.
And you will see that
My answer is
Nothing.
A name doesn’t mean a thing.
My name? Elena.
My brother used to call me “Belena.”
For it meant, “Beautiful Elena.”
But am I beautiful? No.
My true name means light.
My real name means bright.
Am I any of these?
I simply shake my head, “No.”
For I am none of these things, don’t you see it so?
I do not bring light nor beauty into the world.
Maybe one day I will shine, but not tonight.
The time is clearly not yet right.