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(a/n at the end)

alone on a corner, beneath the bruised sky,
i questioned the silence, the void within me.
broken and lost, with nowhere to turn,
it was there you found me, in the depths of my despair.

i cried out, why here, why now,
wondering if there was a reason, a purpose to the pain.
you came in the stillness, like a whisper on the wind,
a presence in the chaos, a light in the gloom.

the world was crashing down, a tempest of hurt,
and yet, you saw me, you reached through the storm.
i was waiting for a sign, a hand to hold,
and there you were, an unexpected solace.

the moments of despair, when faith had crumbled,
you found me, standing on the edge, ready to fall.
your eyes met mine, a reflection of hope,
a promise of something beyond the sorrow.

i had prayed for something, anything, to pull me through,
and you came, not with answers, but with understanding.
in the quiet of that moment, the world paused,
and i felt seen, felt known, in the rawness of my pain.

you found me when i thought all was lost,
when the night seemed endless, and the dawn, a distant dream.
your presence was a balm, a tether to reality,
reminding me that even in the darkest times, we are not alone.

under the weight of life's burdens, you lifted me,
showing that sometimes, it's not about the answers,
but about being found, about being held,
in the chaos and the calm, in the heartache and the healing.

a/n: this one is fictional, i felt this in the back of my mind. i sensed the need to bring this to life, to light. this is like a story, a scenario even. i felt this story, i saw myself as the mfc (main female character). i imagined a different world, a different time and i tried my best to create it. i saw in my mind something i long for, and i intertwined words into it. i thought of this while listening to the sound "you found me" by the fray. maybe this poem is inspired by that song, i feel like it may be, but also it was inspired by a slight yearning i feel deep down. i don't really speak about my poems, but is that something interesting to you guys? should i do that more often? anyways, thank you for all the reads.

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