Starchild

In the bleak that is night, there once was a light,
and though it may come as fright -
That light was you.

Come to this world, kicking and screaming,
From playing to dreaming,
kissing, careening,
Nary a thing you couldn't set to.

But somewhere, out there
Where klaxons do blare and dead men shove forward
Signal lights, flares, and doves who leave homeward
You lost the ewe, that made you, you.

Now you're all alone.
Where klaxons do blare and dead men shove forward
And somehow, your light, has turned into your curse.
But it shouldn't be that way.

In the vast of space, there is, and always will be, dark.
There is always nothing.
But you, born of light, are night's precious lark.
Marking you from birth - setting you apart.

Your difference makes you fear what makes you so treasured.
"Why am I born in light?
While so many forged of dark?"
I say to lead, or never concede, to poor souls lost of heart.

You are a star. A gem. An untapped mine.
Nothing will be, or ever has been, quite like you.
Things have been close, but they were never quite you.

And if there has only ever been pale imitation
Then you must become you - without limitation.

Reviews

[Luisa]

Sometimes I feel like you just pick words for the sound regardless of meaning. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but the "you lost ewe" part I just don't understand at all.

Other than that, this one is pretty good. I like that it's straightforward about some of its messages and ideas, but like your other early work that I've read, it borders on being too conversational and not quite poetic enough to match the height of your ideas.

Generally, I prefer a more regular rhyme scheme than this, but I like the last couplet quite a lot. I like a good, solid rhyme scheme if there is one at all.

[RFDIII]

Ewe = innocence.