I give you the nights.
I gift you all the moments when I feel clarity in my sight.
And I hope they serve as a word of warning –
About those who deem harming the ones you create
As the highest form of art.
But you were never an artist at heart,
You just trapped my stamina,
Raised it like a wild animal.
But I never complained, not once,
And now we both live under two different suns.
So I give you my nights,
The only time I’m safe from the limelight.
Be wary of the power of this gift, dear,
Hold back all the childish fear.
The pitch black mist consumes those
Who accept stolen goods from their foes.
But my pride was never stolen, was it?
Go ahead, accept my nights as the deposit
And hope you’re not the next
Failing my latest test.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 