I do not asked to be worshiped
nor wish to be held above all.
Feelings aren’t one-sided
even if it isn’t mutual.
Absolute trust.
Something so simple
yet rare, an entity that goes
beyond all sense. Undeniable
sparks that transcends
reason, soulmates.
That is all I ask.
☾
Yet why does it elude me?
Fault lies on me.
Wanting to be perceived
but hiding away, locking everything up
until no one knew who I was,
my concept of self, incomplete.
To me… and to everyone.
❅
Slipping between my fingers
only ever ghosting by,
never truly feeling.
Emptiness.
That is what I’m left with
continually chasing the tail
of a fairy tale or more accurately
a myth. Something made up
to ease the idea of
not knowing.
About the Creator
A. Nguyen
A writer at heart who wants to share my works. I want to evoke emotion in people when they read my writing but I won't ever know if I can, if I don't put anything out into the world so this is my first step :)
Lila's Legacy: The Wisdom of Eldergrove
Among a sacred and enduring forest, Eldergrove village, a tiny one, was situated. The villagers were humble, and they closely lived with the nature to which they returned what they owned by the nature and took only what they required. Not far away from them was a young woman named Lila, who all trees could describe their language into her ears. A kind and gentle heart was her own, she has every soul in her hands. Then, one incredible afternoon, Lila was moving past areas that she had never wandered that far before, and she discovered a hidden glade mysteriously bathed by golden rays. The most beautiful tree had its limbs spread out at the heart of the grotto and its silver leaves that glittered in the sun rays. Upon her arrival, she was greeted by the sight of a small leather bound manuscript entrapped in the root clusters, carefully wrapped in the foliage that was the color of emerald, and adorned with intricate patterns of gold. Gloriously, she raised the volume with her heartbeat exactly the same and opened it. Through this sentence the character's bond with the book became stronger. Thus, the first sentence reads, 'She was silent, barely a whisper.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout 23 hours ago in Poets
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