I've always believed in balance
probably because my body lacks anything of the sort
then I found every piece I was missing
when you walked in with a smile and a laugh
radiating the warmth that makes the cold bearable
becoming the beacon that makes the night cozy
the sharp mind to inspire better focus
the gentle touch that is patient with a broken heart
In the light of your eyes
I see what I can become
and fear means nothing
change translates to growth not misery
a newly forged strength
willingness to stand against the void
if it means happiness with you
daring to be fragile
knowing my weakness is not forever
you see the goodness I brush away
and I believe again
that I have something to offer
and I don't want to share that gift with anyone
but you
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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