Him with the stars shining in his eyes.
Him with his pretty words that make me turn bright red.
Him with his smile that could light up the entire country.
Happiness is bottled up in him,
Joy and kindness fill him up,
Doesn't matter if he's been hurt before,
Doesn't matter if he's seen misery and sadness,
Doesn't matter if he's looked at the abyss,
And the abyss looked back.
Because now he is there,
He survived,
He is telling me his story,
And I am struck by his bravery,
Struck by how beautiful of a person he is,
Stuck by how he vibrates from everywhere.
Because now he is there,
He looks at the abyss,
And the abyss
Looks away.
YOU ARE READING
My loved ones; a journey.
Poesía“Perhaps one did not want to be loved, as much as to be understood” George Orwell.
