by Rebecca Hornlein
I wouldn’t know myself very well at all
If I were not a child running at your heels
Within the shadow you cast I appear small
Comparison, that thief of joy, steals
If I were not a child running at your heels
Finding another reason, another will to live
Comparison, that thief of joy, steals
But you give, and give, and give
If I were not a child running at your heels
A clumsy duckling following the leader
Comparison, that thief of joy, steals
Soaking in your rays, like sun for cedar
A clumsy duckling following the leader
Within the shadow you cast I appear small
Soaking in your rays, like sun for cedar
I wouldn’t know myself very well at all
My name is Rebecca Hornlein, and I am a writer/editor from New Jersey. I am currently working towards my MA in Creative Writing at Southern New Hampshire University.
