Emotions, like a feather, soft and frail,
I drift through life, uncovered by the gale.
Some days I shatter, porcelain so weak,
My voice falls silent, too fragile to speak.
It drives me mad, the things I choose to do.
Yet caring for others is my heart’s pursuit.
I fret over their thoughts of little ol’ me,
Plain as I am, nothing grand to see.
Words crush me swift, like a brittle seed,
I feel like a good that’s damaged, indeed.
But when love finds me, gentle, kind, and oh so sure,
It gathers my pieces from the cold, hard floor.
Each shard is lifted with the tenderest care,
Pieced back together, my soul laid bare.
With sweet words and an intimate nature, they teach me to see,
I’m worthy of love, of connection, of glee.
To feel such warmth for a soul not long met,
Yet known forever, no trace of regret.
It’s a breathtaking spark, a radiant spectacle of art,
A sweet love that ignites the depths of my heart.
RL❤️