Insignificant , alone ... waiting
Waiting for some one to find me ,to need me ,to want me
Staring out the windows of life as it showers tiny orbs of happiness from the sky, blessing everyone around
My orbs, splatter against the window panes and slide to the ground
Leaving a tiny intricate trace of hope
The silver trees whimsicly dance in the wind of adversary.
They flow from the ground to the sky like a dancing flame ,never burning out
Longing to be out there rather than confined
Life is a silver spiral staircase ,a war to ascend it.
Climbing ,twirling and falling from it's height ,over and over and over again..
My sister never falls ,she always pirouettes her way to the top with a halo of warmth surrounding her.
Her angles catch her in their wings when she stumbles
My Angels,Oh how great they are ,have only one wing
Some times catching me other times cushioning the fall
It's not their fault...
It's mine for not keeping my footing
For seeing the world a kaleidoscopic silver, when everyone else sees a rainbow.
My battle scars can be seen but the marks of vulnerability etched by the river of emotion within me will always... be hidden.
Till the day I'm free...
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RandomMe rambling about the little things in life,while dealing with anxiety and other ups and downs.
