A fiction poem
Gladly would I wake up and
turn the stars of night
into the fires of the day.
Gladly would I grow plants,
tan skin and warm the world.
Gladly would I help keep the planets
align and create mirrors and reflections
that shine.
And if I have to take the blame of the burn
and be the Dark Knight—
I would;
just to give off light.
But,
maybe I’m suited better for just a feel good rainbow
or a one time, once bright shooting star.
Maybe I’m not made to light that far.
But, gladly would I soak up all the world wishes to vent out.
Gladly would I give out rays and burn inside,
and be the orangutan to your Ja’mie King,
fiery so others may feel warm.
Gladly would I hold the burden of the entire world’s light
just to see it
shine.
Mallory McDonald 