Digital Works

Blinding Light

I was born into a blinding spotlight,
Cast as the star, though nothing felt right.
Beside me, a sister scorched and burned,
Whose envy raged and quickly turned
To awful screams and cruel disdain,
While parents weaponized our pain.
They pitted our youth in a bitter fight-
A toxic home, devoid of light.As I grew, a friend came near,
Whose own bright light I held so dear.
Inspired by her, my canvas grew,
A truth I always fully knew:
She was my idol, my guiding spark,
I never meant to leave a mark.
But outside voices, sharp and mean,
Declared my art was far more clean.Then she too burned, a roaring fire,
Fueled by comparison and ire.
She overturned my every stone,
To make sure I felt weak, alone.
Forbidden to copy, forbidden to try,
Trapped in the shadow of her "why."
I lost my trust, my sense of ground,
With no support or comfort found.Years of torture for my brilliant gleam
Drove me to a darker stream.
I sought the shadows, cool and still,
Safe from the burning, jealous will.
Yet when a bright soul crossed my way,
My old burns throbbed in deep dismay.
The friction hurt, the bruises flared,
Reminding me of how I’d fared.Then came the day I saw my face
Reflected in another’s space.
Once more, the old command rushed in:
"Do not be inspired. Do not begin."
It cut far deeper than the rest,
A heavy weight upon my chest.
So I retreated to the night,
To heal the scars of blinded sight.And now, I glitter with the stars,
Transmuting all those painful bars.
My face is mine, my light is true,
A healing balm that shines anew.
The fear still lingers in the scar,
A reminder of how things once were.
But I am equipped to claim my place,
To breathe, to shine, and occupy space.
No longer hidden, no longer bound,
Remembering the purpose I have found.

Going ham

A space of our own,
a space we've outgrown,
For a long time,
I have felt so alone.
I wanted to bring our souls together,
A place to be whole,
a place to be better.
But the sanctuary turned to a spiral of validation;
I stopped seeing my gifts,
blinded by deprivation.
I felt alive making art, venting heavy frustrations,
But trapped my own heart in hollow calculations.
"Why does everyone hate me?" my mind raced and spun.
Why couldn't I see what had already begun?
The love in this space was so clear and so free,
To anyone looking with eyes that could see.
But my vision was blurred, covered in gunk -
A mind built on panic,
a soul that had sunk.
Caught in the poison, completely confined,
I destroyed the home that I went there to find.
I couldn’t have left any other way,
The one that I trusted had led me astray.
They broke all my faith, built a fortress of friends,
Handpicking who won the domain in the end.
Someone who hurt me,
who cast me aside,
Using my magic while putting on a guise.
They aimed my own energy at someone unknown,
Tricking my spirit,
keeping me in the zone.
So, riddled with pain, unhealed and ashamed,
I lit up the match and I welcomed the flame.
I couldn't reach out to the friends by their side,
I had no more words, and no places to hide.
I just knew it was toxic, it needed to end -
I shattered the kingdom I couldn't defend.
I'm sorry for the wreckage, I'm sorry for the pain,
But if I stood there today, I would do it again.
Caught in the corner, with no other play -
I had to burn it to ashes to escape the decay.