Comparison

I've been afraid of comparison recently and the unruly grasp it has on the creative minds. In this creative world it is easy to lay people side by side like two ideas and say one is better or worse.

Comparison

Compared to the sun

how dimly I shine

my warmth extinguished

in the passage of time

that kind of radiance

could never be mine

Comparison

Compared to the sun

I could never be

I wilt shamefully

afraid to be me

because I don't

speak eloquently

or loudly or persuasively,

I speak quietly

as if I were the sun, but

Comparison

Compared to the sun,

I am a star

burning brightly

in the past

afraid the feeling won't last

and I fearfully ask,

is it because of comparison?