When the light fell upon her,
She found herself wanting darkness.
Because she feared the fame would blur
Her image in regularity.
Funny, wasn’t it?
The common hoped for fame and money
Some name for a different life.
But, where they wanted to make history,
there, oblivion was rife.
She was once common, too.
When the light fell upon her,
Great fears fell upon her shoulders
She had to speak smoothly even though mind would slur
Her curled hair hurt from the rollers.
Who knew beauty hurt?
She wanted to fall, from where she flew.
But her wings were tired from effortless flights.
She was lucky she took off effortlessly, she knew
But now her eyes were blinded to darkness in the lights.
If lights blinded, then darkness provided comfort, she thought.
For she missed being unknown.
She missed going out for a walk.
For fame met her on the road outside of her home.
And she had to run back to avoid a talk.
What was this paradox?
Once she wanted to shine.
When she did, she wanted to cower
Inside her blanket and whine.