Lullabies of the Tranquil Sky

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IV. Alphabet of Experiences

"Alphabet of experiences"

Ample of stars grew clusters of light and the bedazzling moon glimmered in gloom.

Blazing blood within my veins hushed as the moonlight filled every corner of my room.

Chanting of the midnight crickets and rustle of leaves didn't escape my hearing.

Dawn is coming, dust is slowly showing, yet I'm still overthinking.

Empty view, shallow existence, but mind full of question, heart overflowing of emotion.

Feeling doubt, fear, pain, and sadness; asking my worth and appreciation of my action.

Grave of unsaid thoughts and grains of better memories splashed across my mind.

Hundreds of past heartbreaks hunted my sight, making me wish to be blind.

Ink of pen and tint of colors interrupted the voidness of paper.

January's sunrise plastered across the cloudy sky-new beginning of my life's chapter.

Kisses of the wind embraced my bare skin, giving me hope and motivation.

Leaves of lessons and realizations entered my head, as if there's no limitation.

Minutes passed, multitude melodies of the innocent nature reverberated through my ear.

Nightmares became comforting, noon disguised as night, eyes released null tear.

One rose born with thorns, informing me that everyone has flaws and scars.

Prologue exchanged with epilogue, tears in my eyes twinkled better than a galaxy of stars.

Quick waves of positivity drowned me deeper in a swift time.

Rumbling ripples and radiant rays reminded me that life has a great rhyme.

Sweet tasted salty, ship sailed slowly-welcoming me to new adventure.

Teaching me braveness and telling me to be ready to my unknown future.

Unseen truth, unsteady decisions, unnecessary entity, unforgettable mistake.

Void soul, venomous pain, violent experiences, vulnerable vim, I couldn't take.

World of harshness, wicked peers, worthless existence that shattered my heart almost every night.

Xylophone played, I stand up, because I know someday everything will be alright.

Yesterday will be buried in forgetfulness, pain will be vanished and I will be called a fighter.

Zest will linger in space, peace will dwell in heart, and I will live gracefully forever.

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-Skieslany