Fragile as paper lanterns,

our delicate fibers tear.

Allowing the inevitable winds of change

to rupture the fabric into fissures of despair.

Tossing and twirling,

we vehemently fight against our fate.

Not wanting to relinquish control

to a life we have learned to negate.

Yet in the opening of that chasm,

our hidden light shall shimmer bright.

Exposing to the world that inner beauty,

as we unabashedly sway in the night.