Have you ever watched Aurora’s morning ritual?

How she flings herself across the sky to bring us the sun?

 

My morning ritual consists of flinging

My index finger through social media.

One app after the other.

I wonder how this brings me light.

 

Aurora is mother of the winds,

Conceived with father of the stars.

Each little blib of contact

Blows me in circles.

 

Everybody here looks so happy.

Their smiles mock me.

Why are they having fun without me?

Why don’t they like me anymore?

Will I ever be this happy without them?

 

Aurora is selfless in her task

Of showering this world with rays of gold.

I wonder how she can be so kind.

 

I like to call myself kind,

But I know I truly just want connection.

I want people to love me.

 

Tell me, if I were to spread my skin so thin

You could see the light through it,

Would I be someone worth spending time with?