The Women I love Continue to be my greatest inspiration
Booming voice
tinted eyes
A girl stands on a stage
with a voice she wished she owned
off it
She wont remember she was here
...hence the witnesses
Women like us
find ourselves
On stages
to realize
just how lost we are
Dearest sister,
(self)
Will you remember you were here
Will you remember where you have been
Will you remember;
Where you were going
and that you havent gotten there yet
An empty black stage
"no larger than a twin bed"
An empty
black space
and
a blinding beam of light
from where the universe grabbed her
spotlight
too close to see too far out of
too close to the sun and stars
and
a girl,
who cant see
who she is
where she is going
or where she has been
orbiting around what she thinks
is her own headspace
beaming with the emissions
of crashing light within her,
stands on a stage
stands in the middle of the universe
wondering why her audience
is starring so intently
at what she perceives to be nothing
but a vast amount of empty space
My dearest love,
you are so much more
than you know
indeed a bright and beaming
celestial body of this
and every universe
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<3!!! i needed that!
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