Nobody sees a lightbulb Until it starts to flicker Until it's weary from burning itself for them Until it's tired from serving day and night It's the thing that allows us to see, yet Nobody sees a lightbulb And when it does begin to flicker, What does someone do? They grumble their complaints They tap on the glass Until it flickers back to life, And struggles to keep on Until it burns again And says "I'm fine" They see its cracks, What it fails to do But when asked what it *does* accomplish? Nobody sees a lightbulb And when one does finally expire, When it's burned itself beyond repair, What does someone do? They take it down They cradle it in their hands And then they throw it aside "Time to get another" There is no "thank you" There is no "I'm sorry" There is no comfort, because Nobody sees a lightbulb I want to be seen Yet it's also my greatest fear Because as soon as I'm held What if I'm thrown away? I want to be heard, Yet I'm scared of hearing "It's broken" But I suppose, I need not be afraid As long as I keep burning As long as I look fine Nobody sees a lightbulb
Graphic and poem by me :D Credit to you for reading And to God for everything else The lightbulb does flicker a lot, if you're sensitive to that This will probably be subject to revision, but I wanted to share what I have
