manuel of la brea

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shadows

shadows cloak me in the still of night,
hiding from the world and this light.
a fragile heart, so broken and bare,
searching for love, someone to care.

quite harsh world, pain filled the air.
a cruel and unforgiving place to bear,
but as the playful conversation starts,
minutes to hours to days removed scars.

scars on my face i used to hide faded,
sprouted on my skin, a plant to be watered.
you bathed me as you got to know
my dreams, my pain, and my sorrow.

like a wild plant, it wasn’t easy for me.
but you accepted, never judged me.
the words you spoke broke the walls.
between us you created new doors.