People like us
Those who are different now
The broken
The trapped
Or the creators of wild moments
Young
Old enough
Us who feel the excitement
Through other people's eyes.
The broke ones that can only afford
A matchbox but can create magic with it.
Those of us
Falling apart
Being set apart
Getting back up
Those who want
Soo much
Soo little
Or
The listeners of the body and soul,
Us who wait for life to happen.
And we are all afraid together.
Today is already clapping for us
To do things we haven't done before
And
The nights we sleep best
Are when we are gentle and tender
With God's speed.
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I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
