Firefly Jars

do you remember the days of summer

where we would catch fireflies and keep them in jars

the light they live to create

trapped

to enrapture and collect gasps

of wonder

my heart is the firefly

and my body is the glass cage

clear and holding all things beautiful

the transparency of my love;

of my kindness

I hold on to myself despite the cracks that i see

the chipping of pieces that threatens to shatter

but I can not crumble

I display myself inside, but people do not take notice

for my art piece is not good enough

but no one can judge a masterpiece

the sincerity that grasps onto your hand

and tells you that I am here

I may not be seen

but if my fragmented pieces rained down from the sky

you would see light shining

the rainbows painting kaleidoscopes on your cheeks

and sunshine freckles would kiss your eyelashes

would a sky full of morning stars be imbedded in your memory?

would I be remembered when you close your eyes?

I am not perfect

I may be fragile

I can be broken

but I have strength to collect and listen

to chipped hearts and fractured souls

I do not mend them

I just display their beauty behind my delicate glass

to be colourless yet all the colours

to be nothing yet everything

is the true colour of me.