She sat by me
When assigned at work
Bitter and pessimistic,
I rolled my mind’s eye.
Another robotic newbie,
The script is bad enough,
But ears bleed next to a new outreach specialist.
It’s no one’s fault, except the writers’
It seems every light I find
Looks like hell fire coming to consume me from a distance.
But I am nearsighted.
And the quiet girl next to me shown a light of hope
In that harsh office,
And in my self-torture
She stood with me on winter nights,
And acted as a platform to my dreams by late spring
And I swallowed it all
Never thinking about the impermanence of light.
I burn bright now,
As her light flickers on and off
As rarely as she appears 3 years later,
Even in my current brilliant state,
Her light still lifts me and keeps me growing
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