They would find me at night:
small balls of light
that shone and pulsed
in tune to the words
that were being uttered
from within the orbs:
“I wish I was more popular.”
“I wish I was more beautiful.”
“I wish that he loved me.”
I would touch one of the
balls of light and would be shown
the person’s face. I would know
instinctively how to find them.
what their names were,
everything about them.
I would clasp their orb of light
close to me as I went
in search of them,
keeping it safe as I travelled.
With their wish, they had given away
their light and I knew that
they needed it back.
I could answer their wishes in a way,
I could help them be happier
with who they were.
By sending their wish out
the cosmos, they had
sent out a piece of themselves
with it by filling the with
with so much need and so much
intent. They did not know it
but they had sent out parts
of their soul, had diminished
their light, even if it was just
by the smallest degree. They needed
it back. I wondered what to do
while I kept their wishes safe,
pondered on it, thought of the
power of wishes, an ordinary magic
that everyone can do. However,
all magic has a price, even if it’s
something as simple as a wish.
As I contemplated, my own light
began to grow stronger,
the light increasing with each
moment of intense thought.
Then it occurred to me what I
could do for these people that
needed their light back. I sat
with each with and added a bit
of my own light to the orb,
filling each with a message.
“You are loved by the people that matter.”
“You are beautiful outside as well as in.”
“Love yourself first and love will follow.”
I sent each of the orbs sailing
out of the window. Soon, the sky
near my apartment was filled with
hundreds of glowing orbs,
each pulsing and glowing with its own
bright and brilliant light, so bright
that it was as if the sun had chosen to glow
within the dark. As the wishes went back
to the people that had made them,
I watched them and, taking a deep breath,
made my own wish, in hopes that someone
would hear it.