- Jaycelyn Ruotolo
When exasperated I become exhausted.
With the flick of a switch I am dim.
Trying my hardest to illuminate.
I disappoint the sun, I will never compare.
I am bright enough to be noticed but never appreciated.
Even a wax candle is more outstanding unlit.
When a storm makes landfall, I am hopeless.
All the assistance in the word cannot make me brighter.
I am failing.