Apple orchards run through mellow forests
Yellow nightingales chirp new tunes
Leaves glisten warmly in the silence
Sweet unending rivers solemnly reflect the light of the moon
But at the heart of this alluring forest
An abandoned woodshed stands frayed
Uninhabited, still, lifeless
Lost and broken amidst countless days
Yet every now and then
The creaking of a door can be heard
The sound of a lost traveller looking for sanctuary
Deaf to the calls of the absurd
Wandering inside the once forgotten cage
Slowly warming its fading hearth
Painting the abandoned woodshed with unfamiliar colors
Piecing all its prickly pieces in the dark
Giving light to the once unsightly place
Footsteps now beginning to make their way
Towards the heart of the forest
Where nothing will ever be the same
You are full of colors, both bright and dark. All along you were waiting for someone to love you for your colors, waiting to be seen beyond your thickest walls, waiting to be understood as really just vulnerable.
And now the wait is beginning to pay off. You are changing, and you are beginning to see how much you are absolutely loved.
It's time you learn to love that person within you too.
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