Prism

There are times when I ask myself: "Why do I even desire to help other people? It's already a burden to help myself." This poem is my answer.

I'm a crystal prism.

I'm see-through. Clear. Unnoticeable.

I'm nothing when I'm next to a sapphire,

Let alone to an emerald or ruby.

The diamond outshines me;

Its brilliance surpassing mine.

I may hold little value,

Unlike a turquoise or Lapiz.

My appearance may seem meek,

but I hold one thing dear:

Should sunshine pass through me,

I turn it into a rainbow.

True, I hold no color of my own,

But true colors are what I create.

And with that, I feel not disheartened.

-LEFTaruc. 03.14.2016