coty dreams

sometimes the things
that weigh heaviest on
your shoulders

are the things 
that happened long ago

the bright spark
that was your mother
as she sketched the world

waiting for your arrival

the dark mass
that grew impatient
and drew attention from
the blessing

spurned by creativity

the short life that
gave you breath

creating all the way
to the end

what could you do 
that was so magnificent

what could you say
that was so memorable

what could you be
except a vapor of what was

before you were even born
you were promised
to greatness

how could you be
anything more

than what you were

a short ember that 
snuffed out in the darkness

way before your time

(hope)