Every time my light shines,
Radiates and sparkles,
Glistens ever so slightly off the window pane of raindrops,
Reflects the promises I hold so dearly for my life,
Refracts and multiplies with infinite hope,
Your voice comes to suspend my inner beauty,
To checkmate my joy,
Cancel my order of bliss.
But I won’t let you.
You don’t get to win.
The very ground I walk on is claimed.
The very air I breathe is divine.
So you don’t get the last say.
I will shine.
*Photo taken from glow.co.uk