Stepping into the daylight where paper lies,
Gripping the pen in the darkest of the night,
It holds magical wands of a beautiful land
Telling everything will be alright in time.
With or without those claps,
Even if the music will stop right in track,
Still dancing in the spotlight of hallow scenes
Not minding the other smiles so sinister.
Once a blank and empty hall,
Screaming of quietness in the solemn corridors,
Now full of colorful paints from an artist's mind
Where the hands crafted the love and the guide.
Stepping into the daylight of a shimmering one,
Letting go of all the burdens in the hands,
Settling into a not-so-sure pathway of blurred
But still manage to go up after the bloody mud.
Back pain and swollen feet while walking straight,
Sore throat and shaking dreams of five broken wings,
Taking the boat off to an island of "how" and "when?"
Until they land to the price of the hardworking hills.
Taking hearts to the dream paradise of impossible things,
Believing to defeat the dragon in the society's lair,
Still hoping and trying to strive and plow,
Until they're waving flags that they can now call their own.
Stepping into the daylight where map lies,
Sailing and spreading the talent of the land,
Not minding the hags and pirates along the way,
Bazinga's always there to clear their way.
Five-credible helps me to hold a grip,
Believing on my own capability and talent,
Teaches me to soar high like an eagle in the sky
But tells me to stay grounded all the time.
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Poetry[An Open Diary] An A'Tin's message to SB19 who saved her from drowning into the ocean of grief and for fighting the sirens of disturbing images in her head.
