(written age 13)
(this story was written for my beautiful friend Mikayla K., @mi__kayla.)
··For Mikayla··
Her eyes
sparkle in the morning's light
and she dances
with no fear
on the moon.
She flies amidst her stars
healing scars, mending wounds,
and healing hearts.
Her pencil graces the paper
and her songs float up to the clouds,
making angels dance,
making smiles out of frowns.
She weaves joy
out of flowers,
she weaves strength
out of pain, and
she weaves the morning's light
out of the falling rain.
Her smiles hold the secrets of a thousand
never to be told
never to be spoken.
Her songs speak the tears
of the lost souls of the world,
and her art speaks the laughter
from a thousand dancing dreams.
Her stories tell the lives
of the dragons in the meadows,
and her jokes bring a smile
to the saddest fellows.
She speaks the words of the universe,
clear, untinted,
and when the sun rises,
she repeats, undented,
waiting for the spark, the push,
to rise up into the sky.
Her essence will never die.
Her soul can never be long broken
and truer words have never been spoken.
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<Note to Mikayla:
Hey. I just wanted to remind you
that you are strong
and beautiful
and amazing
and talented
and unique
and nobody should ever tell you different.
Stay strong!>
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