Tuesday, 21 March 2017



How did I get here?

Brave, standing tall with nothing to fear
I don't fight wars
In fact, I hide behind walls
So glad you didn't see any of my flaws
Or did you?
Through closed doors and decide my worthiness?
That I should be blessed?
And is this what you do?
Go through people and fill them up like color books with hue?
I apologize, for in you I take form
Adding all the parts I need to protect me from the storm...
That good heat,
That warm beat...dum...dum
You haven't left anything out
And when I am far, I have no doubt
That the greatest love story 
Is one where you came down from glory

Stephanie A.

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