She dreams often
Smiles and talks whilst closing her eyes
She feels the world
Her circle to realise
She’s different
Her gift the knowing of the spark in front of her
Their thoughts feelings of truth
Even if they cover their eyes
With lies
She’s aware
What their soul bares
Her anxiety is their truth
What their heart screams
But words cover up
When just a babe
Innocent of truth
Her gift took her youth
She grew up quick
But now she’s older
Wiser and stronger
The men in her life have bled her dry
As she cries and strives
To use her gift for the one person who matters the most
But almost a ghost
It’s too late now
She wipes her brow
To never have known what her purpose was
Is or should’ve been
Her gift took her on many journeys for other’s paths
But never for herself
So her gift was also a curse
Entwined together was the knowing with the fear
Equals anxiety of what else would the next
Spark reveal
photo by: me // painting by: Skott Marsa
She is the type of girl who will shout at a concert when no one is shouting and then laugh it away whilst covering her mouth with shyness. She is an anxious girl who doesn’t want to be discovered. However, she can’t help but try and have fun and overcome her anxiety. She knows she doesn’t want to feel invisible anymore. She wants to be a star too. No fears, no tears. So she holds tight to the idea that if she has fun everything is possible, even if the butterflies in her stomach try to destroy her. They’re not those colorful butterflies that appear when you’re in love. Hers are grey, old butterflies who neglect their colors; they’re unable to fly. But, she will decide to close her eyes every time she gets another panic attack and realize that she has…
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