Tiny source of Light

The world was still dark when I left home. The pestiferous glow of the lone moon had burn the bald yet omnific tree. Barefoot without even eliding thorns of roses while paving trails towards the fireflies’ graveyard. Dried tears on my cheeks, oily face, uncombed hair. Just have worn black top and ripped short pants. I was in a hurry for I forgot to spread tint on my lips or even crept slaps of perfume. Seeking for an extended time for darkness just to reach dying fireflies. Sweat swallowed my whole physique, as hydrogen oxide finally vanished. Bended- knees on wild grasses, a tiny firefly had slouched on my left shoulder. It seemed to be the loneliest dawn, for its pain was contagious. Its light was getting gloomy. Insipid tiny light-giver had finally met its dash. As it looked for its graveyard, its own lamp slowly was turning off. Water was not the cause of its absence. But what is it?

Upon putting this tiny being in my palm, I then concluded that, this firefly resembled the reason of my existence in this world. I was like this little one who was belittled for my appearance and capability. When people were young, they were making fun of these fireflies without even realizing that they could live in this world proposing their light just to catch the glimmer in one’s eyes. But they were not as important as fluorescent lamp or any source of light at night. Chasing after them until they’ve slowly lost their fire. They were burning as they were blown by the naught of wind. As time passed by, people felt like they were always looking for something. But the truth is, they couldn’t admit themselves that they were seeking for the presence of the petite fireflies.

It was like me when you’ve opened your door for me. I just came in, stayed for a long period of time. For a long period of time, I was there for you for I couldn’t bear to see your lonely eyes. It was so brown. I’ve given you a portion of my light. Unfortunately, you wanted the largest amount of light that could trapped the darkness inside you. I’ve been there though I was the tiniest being who was a big question to someone like you. I wasn’t the light you could ever seek. I was like my entire life was burning for a little being like me doesn’t deserve to be the light, to be your light. I’ve seen spots of darkness of you, but you never let me wipe those tears. For someone like me doesn’t deserve to be appreciated. Were there times that you miss the presence of my radiance? You were in pain. Yes, you were the only one who was in pain.

I was one of the light-givers, but I have my darkness too. I couldn’t even provide my light for I had surrendered mine. But it was all wasted. I stood still right by your side. But it felt like you were always looking for someone, to lighten your dark world. So, as I seek for my graveyard, I hope that one day, you would realize my worth. I guess it’s the right time for me to leave.