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The Firefly's Lies

This is a story of a firefly that possessed a great gift of shining the brightest and most blinding light that could flame the darkest of skies
The firefly was also endearingly charming
With wide, innocent eyes
A smile always on its face
Hugs to always embrace
The firefly basked in the glow that it had its own special place
 
Followers, worshippers, and lovers always surrounded the firefly
They saw the firefly as flawless and perfect
They could never suspect that the firefly had any doubts or secrets
 
But, the firefly was actually very afraid
That its bright light would eventually fade
And that it would be all alone
And it would, someday, be completely unknown
 
When the world slept, the firefly asked to the midnight blue sky with glittering stars:
“Who am I if I could never shine this bright light to guide others into flight?  Would these other fireflies love me for me, or are they with me because I provide this shining light in the darkest of nights?” 
There were no answers from anyone and only the quiet
Not a friend or caring soul in sight to provide any wise and real insight
To this dear firefly that was fighting an internal fight
 
The firefly tried hard to keep its lies of perfection on the outside
While the insecurities and fears ate away and alive on the inside
And, as the firefly became achingly grim
Its bright, warm, glowing light began to dim
 
But as the firefly and its light started to die
Not all, but only a very select few flew to the firefly to flutter its wings and provide flickers and shooting sparks
As ways to show their love, comfort, support, and honor in the darkest of dark
As the wings of the very few flickered, they whispered that they understood that outer perfection was not a true reflection of inner imperfections
 
 
The firefly’s light began to brighten and blind again and up the night skies
It comprehended then when it was nearly at its end
All this wasted time with its fake façade lies
That could have been spent on finding who were its truest of friends
And that truth and true others were rare, few, and hard to come by
These were the ones who gave the shining, bright and blinding light that could flame the darkest of skies

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