Prism

Sweetie, you’re a volume of stories in a world only learning the alphabet

Your shining soul wanders through people’s thoughts like a rainbow after a storm,

But you must remember your spark, never forget.

While the world around you is cold, you must stay warm.

You’re a firey storm - a brutal collision of weather and passion,

Your soul sparks off embers that ignite fire in others’ eyes.

Your brightness brings to light the compassion in others,

So stop your crying as you’re more beautiful than you realise.

Treasure that, dear child.

Treasure it like it is the last prism the world will ever see,

Never hide the light you’re holding, you must stay wild,

You are who you ever, do not let them ever tell you who to be.

One day they are going to find that prism in amongst the world’s clatter,

And that will be the day they read your first chapter.