A poem, from the real me to the real you
Good day to you all,
I have began to express my self, as well as my feelings, in writing. Last night one of my shadows showed face to me, so instead of doing my usual cry and wither away into a ball, I chose to write a little poem while crying and withering into a ball 😅
I dedicate this to everyone who struggles from the rising heat of the sun to the lingering cold of the moon. I promise you all one thing, if you learn to forgive and accept your inner self and deny the words and actions of others around you, it will get better in due time. Many have become accustomed to the instant gratification of dopamine from these phones that they forgot what true emotions feel and look like, which is why many of us on here feel so alone. As long as this broken heart of mine that I try to mend pumps, you will never be alone. Never forget that. ❤️🔥
Inside lives a God
So lonely and bright
The light is fading away
Soon to lose sight
The flame once burning
So vibrant and right
The cold now approaches
Throughout the dark night
A kite in a dream
Ready to take flight
An ocean will wake
Crashing with might
Still to push forward
Through this endless fight
Do not ask for help
It will be alright
Keep the eye North
Such a great height
A lip, a cheek, a tongue
Forgotten to bite
