Not shining, but brilliant in its own way
Burnt red and stark orange
Breathing wild creation into dull steel
Time as the instigator of youthful rebellion
Watching the light before dawn
On lawn chairs we found on the roof
Giggles and sleep deprivation
Our only conversation
Somehow more meaningful than our posturing
Looking in the mirror after the longest day
Noticing how much a face can change
All doubt and fear forgotten for a moment
A mix of resignation and accomplishment
Beyond the darkness of quiet lives
These are what give is strength in times of trouble
That we will rust, and be beautiful in our scars
That even at our most weary, we are whole
That all our fears are just nightmares, and we're soon to wake.
Our light is radiant and it shows us the way
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