In the Shadows

Some seem born on an ecliptic path,

Shining bright and riding strong.

Their lives are clean, happy, not-a-mess,

Surrounded by a supportive throng.

But in the shadows is where I be,

Not to be burned by their awesome light.

Have I any right to complain

When Destiny chose me for this plight?

Abandoned by those who shouldn't

And loved by very few.

Unknown, forgotten, a throw-away.

Nothing great am I due.

Everything is a struggle.

Tough as nails to stay upright.

The sun-soaked gods don't understand

That life is a gift for which you must fight.

They speak of things superficial.

Their woes are baby-skin deep.

How far away from me they seem

When into their lives I get a peep.

I feel deeply because I've hurt.

I care because I know

What it's like to crouch in the shadows,

Seeing the celestial beings from below.

I can't expect them to understand.

A foreign language I speak.

They "Oorah!" and chest bump strong

But I see the strength of the meek.

So while they rest comfortably in the world,

To it an alien I will always be.

While they are blinded by their own light,

The shadows, the shadows have taught me to see.

(photo credit)

https://pixabay.com/en/boy-silhouette-young-child-person-2205733/