Can't You See My Light?!

I may not give myself enough credit.
I spend too much time scolding myself on my
petty,
impractical,
pompously pious,
yet purely poetic
personal, insignificance.
Do you want to slap me on the hand
or maybe the face?
By whatever means, help me wake up!

Is it more polite to start with passivity and move to strength?
I feel like I was always taught that way.

Some say it may be better than thinking this glowing circle of lights around your head
is all the light that the world can see
I know that so many minds in this universe are illuminated.
It's the thought that my lights don't count.
My lights don't shine enough
My lights aren't pretty enough.

I want someone to swoop me up and say:
Any light is a blessing, especially yours.
Someone told me that's what Jesus is for.
Someone also told me what Jesus' eyes look like.
With a snap of the keyboard they shocked me mid-type!
"all the things in the world you love, not the tempting ones
just the ones of goodness
so I've heard."

So I've heard that you had a broken heart once
Please tell me how it healed.
Please don't tell me you fell in love again.
That you fell down that sometimes hole of out-of-love
and came back to the surface on your own.
Please don't tell me that.
That would mean I'd have to let go.

It's so much harder to light your light when you think you fight
without the might, below the height.
When you don't believe it's shiny enough for him in slight.
Shimmering enough to warm his heart all through the night
Vivid enough to inspire his soul... outright.
It's so much harder to work through the broken glass of
he-may-not-want-your-light-anymore.
Someone told me that's supposed to be just ok.