Fulfillment
A poem about soul searching, and deciding what fulfillment means to me.
My soul is made of glass
But you do not fail
To fulfill me
Your soft touch always
Creates a waterfall
Out of my razor blade edges
It never mattered what wall
I tried to build
Or the illusions of time
That made me feel stuck
Time was moving too slowly
Until you showed up
Like clockwork in my timeline
It did not matter who
I was touched by before
Or the amount of men or women
My fluidity still ripples
In the bottom of my lungs
Widening my eyes from time to time
But my heart still dwells
In the honesty in your voice
The integrity of your soul
The warmth of your lips
And I remember that no one else
Can fulfill me in this way
About the Creator
Vanessa Butera
My name is Vanessa Butera. I am a 25-year-old poet/songwriter from Toronto, ON. I graduated from York University with a degree in English. Please join me on this journey as I write about music, literature, arts, and current events.
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