The “Shine”. I called it my “Swagger”. That candle burned out many years ago. Between the scars inflicted by others, the self-inflicted thick callouses, and the walls I’ve since constructed to protect it from others and myself, my shine seems more like a dark shadow, hidden in a dark cave , on the dark side of the moon. I honestly don’t think it possible to ever get that “shine” back. However, I do find solace by convincing myself that I don’t truly want my swagger back. At least that’s what I tell myself.