For You

Sometimes it is everything, and other times-

It is nothing.

“It’s nothing,” I mumble,

Wishing I could don another face, as the shame finished soaking through my own.

“It is nothing,” I repeat,

As the burden I’ve become weighs me down, like stones on my shoulders.

“I am nothing” I tell myself,

As I wrap my body in a cloak of insecurity, and step out into the day.

“You are something,” barely a whisper, but audible, nonetheless,

A small voice echoes in the skies, as the sun streams overhead,

Lighting up my silver lined eyes.

I am something.

And you are everything,

And as the sun did for me,

I will light your way home.

~Feathertales