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ConfessionalGod watched on in terror as I changed into the person I am now.
He cringed with pain as I bent and twisted into what you wanted.
He shed tears as I neglected his word and instead listened to yours.
But he rejoiced that you were receiving love so pure and unconditional,
That he overlooked my wrongdoings, and forgave me my mistakes,
Because he saw that what I had become,
Was exactly what you needed.
Miracles On CloudsLifting high,
Upwards, into the blue,
Blue canvas of the sky
I float upon a soft cloud,
Unable to control,
My own movements,
Unable to determine my own,
I look down upon the spherical earth,
I wish whimsically,
Of what could happen,
When I touch ground,
What miracles I could,
Play witness to.
The wind sings lyrics,
To my keenly waiting ears,
My brain deciphering it,
As though a thousand fish,
Are flying in the sky,
Calling to me.
I fall back softly,
Onto my bed of white,
And dream incandescently,
Of futures passing by,
And I wonder one last time,
What is meant by "sleep"
Downwards, into the realm,
Of the weak and the weary
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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