Her eyes still blaze with fire,
And her heart is still whole.
See,
She comes out,
Only when I need her the most.
When my tears are overflowing,
And I feel myself falling,
She is the one who smiles in my despair,
The one who fixed my eyes on the lesson,
Rather than the pain of the journey.
When my eyes lack all that they once we're, Her sparkling eyes,
Serve only the purpose,
To make mine their reflection.
Those days when my hair is unkempt,
And my smile is full of content,
When I laugh in a comical manner
And my legs move like they used to,
Not with unhappy and cursed steps,
But of pure glee, as I flee...
Flee to a place my feet only dare to grace
On the days that my heart is healed.
When I look in the mirror,
I see her not in my reflection.
But when my heart stops beating,
That's when I feel her pumping through me
Again.
I feel her,
Not see her.
I wish I could see her,
Perhaps if I could,
Those fleeting moments of freedom,
Would be again everlasting days of hope.
She is so much wiser than I am,
She cares not what who thinks,
On what brinks...
No,
Her spirit is free,
And her heart is wild.
She speaks,
No need to hide or conceal
A relentless truth that everyone wishes
That they could share.
I wish that one day,
I won't just feel her,
Running through my veins,
Or whispering to my thoughts,
Chasing away those scoundrel creatures
That sometimes try to dwell in my mind.
One day,
I wish to be her again,
The innocent and saving,
Kid from within.
(A/n: this is actually one of the jolliest poems I've ever written. The others are all so deep. I was actually in a great mood when I wrote things. Fingers crossed for more lighthearted poems like this.
What did you think?
Xoxo
Nikita)
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