I talk myself in circles, and know what keeps me grounded, but I keep reaching for the stars anyway. If only I could handpick my favorite, and give them to you. I am sure each of your wishes would certainly come true.
I am lost, but found, but not entirely at home. I believe in who I am, but question some of my desires.
I catch myself crying in silence, enjoy the solitude, but don't realize my emotional longevity when it comes to crisis. I hurt, but don't always feel the pain. As if I've been given Novocaine to the already visible band aid. I strive to not leave scars.
I smile both on the inside and out, even when I doubt, fear, or fail. A smile is the foreground to hope, the jog to the sidestep in life. I am pretty when I smile. Even if I feel ugly.
I have a voice, it's passionaite, sometimes evasive, and at moments passive. I try to always speak, especially when spoken too. I fail when it comes to standing up for myself, but I do not falter on my beliefs. However, even with that, I do believe in myself.
My arms and heart are open and outstretched to you, to all I endeavor close. I keep secrets, I will make your tears my own, I am a good listener, however.. I tend to shut my heart out to most.
Sunshine is spoken, the Moon a light through the darkness, the stars a guide. We all need to be guided in some direction.
1 comment:
well written renz
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