You said once that I was the sun,

Always so bright and blazing,

Always so warm, so lovely

With my evergreen smile and booming laugh.

You said I had a soul made of gold,

A heart so big that dragons would cower,

But what if I told you,

I don’t feel quite so golden anymore?

What if I told you,

There are cracks in my being

That bleed darkness into everything I love?

They splinter like fissures on glass,

They threaten to pulverize me.

What if I told you,

I’m afraid I will scorch anyone

Who dares to come too close?

All my love has turned into fervent anger,

And I am terrified of what I will do with it.

You said so much before, but tell me now,

What do you do with a sun that burns out?

What do you do when it can’t warm you anymore?