Tiny Lights

When I was born into the world.

I was covered in tiny twinkling lights,

They were everywhere on me so lovely.

You could hardly see

the spaces between them.

That was before I found out how to lie.

That truth had many shades

 from purest white

to darkest black with so many greys.

Sometimes a small light would fade

Mom there won’t be alcohol there..

Other times a row of them went dark

Mom I did not sleep with him.

Then some lies made them all glow dimmer.

It’s alright Dad I don’t do drugs.

Now older I walk alone in the city streets.

On a rainy dark night

the store windows look like a hall of  mirrors.

I can see my reflection ghostlike

all my pretty lights are faded.

I look tired and jaded.

 but if you look very closely

between the falling raindrops,

like tears streaming down the windows.

 You may see just a few of my lights

 a glimmer of them hardly visible.

So stubborn they wont be the last ones

to go out.

they are around my heart.