**filtered words**

i talk, i reach, i spill my little sparks

you twist them back like knives in dark

my blog, my laughs, my careful tries

bounce off your shield, unheard cries

i walk on glass in your quiet storms

edit my voice to fit your norms

every question, a trap, every care a test

i give my best, you take the rest

love feels heavy, love feels raw

i’m always wrong, no room to draw

my space, my thought, my open hand

shattered against your shifting sand

i’m fed up with bending, bending, bending

with smiling while my world is ending

but still i breathe, still i fight

because my little lights deserve the night

Luminary