It began... As a simple birth, the soul
That felt lost, alone, torn... To find your cold
Heart and warm it up is a reason why
I live, love, and how I want you to cry.
Cry, love... Your gift, heart, and time is precious
To me. You give me so much... My restless
Mind is drowning in the quantity of your care.
I take your hand, and soar into the air.
I show you the earth and all its glory
Your past is gone. Your gift is its story.
The present cries out your name when you feel
Such low points. I protect you with steel,
Your brave, gentle concept reminds me of
Japanese temples, how they know above,
Below, and through the dark... The power shines
Within you. Caves are no match for us, lines
Of power will help guide us to the end,
So I sling back, jump up, and save my friend
From the villian... Your beauty is in my
Heart, dear. I save you from the dark, you sigh
When I am not near after... But you place
Your hand on your heart, your soul, time, space...
You have me in there, so you are my gift
When everything changes in its own shift
I am grateful to be alive with you
The anomaly that is very true...
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emily's poems
Poetrywelcome to the official works created by emily m. this book contains her wonderful and fascinating poems. her main goal while displaying these pieces is to help anyone struggling with mental challenges, whether it be from illness gained by trauma/ab...
