Watch me.
Watch me be someone no one else can be.
Watch me thrive when all put me down.
Watch me build upon my mistakes and make a home of your sticks and stones.
Those that you throw are not your own so they shall hurt me not.
Watch the house I make stand strong in the hurricane.
Though it is made of twigs and pebbles you will find no fortress stronger, for that is what it is.
Watch as kings bow before me but I now bow before the one true king.
Watch as I take the daggers disguised as flowers and make my garden shine so bright.
The garden is not a garden of Eden where everything was built by perfection.
It is a garden of triumph one with pain as the soil, tears as the water, and the last light of hope as the sun.
Watch as I give all I built away.
Watch the joy it shall bring for those in pain just like me.
Watch me leave this world and go to the next.
I shall watch as you find me dead.
I shall watch as you cry to know end.
I was never a angel so I have no dove.
I shall send a Raven to be in my stead.
I shall Raven to forever be your friend.
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A Dying Soul Under The Cherry Blossom Tree
PoetryThis book is nothing but a passion project of mine. All criticism is welcome. Understand I don't expect anyone to read this but that matters not. At the end of the day this is meant to bring me peace of mind. So when I'm gone I'll have something in...
