From a
speck you unfold like the universe
what is it
that you take as a part of your essence?
The picture
we send out to the world
can easily distort
itself, the mirror shatters
In the
darkest of nights and in the brightest of days
do you
remain the same? True to what you believe?
Do you feel
the core of your being unchanged?
Out of the
million possibilities of who you could've been
you are who
you are due to chance? Or some greater plan?
After
everything that matters to you, has been taken away
can you
still paint the sky a bright colour as a child?
Can you
guess the cards you've been dealt?
When does
it happen, can you tell, when your eyes become blind?
The heart
singing in silence is the saddest sound,
- like the ocean slowly weeping
Voice boxes
with nothing to say, but sell your humanity
How long
can you run with your wounds unintended?
Hiding scars
in all sorts of unexpected places.
I found the
creature who would lick my wounds
deep in the
forest of my own thoughts.
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