You're the little fish who's running from the shark.
You found yourself his prey out of the blue.
Hiding, this fish swam through the frightening dark.
In the deep ocean, you're lost without a clue.
Seeing a dimmed light, you swam quick off the mark.
But this light was not except a reflection of the inner you.Apparently, there was no one to help except a few;
Those who cared to see your glitter and spark.
You'll never forget a person who came to you
With a helping hand and a torch in the dark.
By hearing their words, you actually grew.
Destructive words left scars, but those left a wonderful mark.This fish escaped and breathed the fresh air;
A curse was broken, and a human became free.
He looked around at how life could be unfair,
And remembered how his life used to be.
Why did everyone suddenly stop to care?
Is this a trait that no one could guarantee?He lied to himself, and did disagree.
Believing that souls needed a session of repair.
He was sure that he wasn't the only fish in the sea;
That never fell a victim of depression or dispair.
Being selfless, he gave his light, and said rather you than me.
He had good vibes that he really wanted to share.
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Into Smithereens [c o m p l e t e]
PoésieInto Smithereens: Informal. Fragments or splintered pieces || Featured in WP_Poetry 's reading list: Bullying || We write poems for the ones we lost. Poetry is the water to our growing souls. ••After overcoming a difficult fight, And a lot of cryi...