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Skies for eyes, the world contained in full,
Yet see into one’s self, the inner soul.
Little children love her kind embrace,
Vivacious, vibrant smiles on their face.
Independent, she decides her way,
An upstream-swimmer owning every day.

Pretty as a yellow rose in bloom,
A pleasant, glowing presence in the room.
Underneath her placid countenance
Lies deepest care for family and her friends.
Intuitive
Not afraid to live
Excelling in the art of being her.

(No one does it better)
Sometimes,
The hardest part.
Is realizing that..
We are







Alive
Skies, overcast
Gray

Sidewalk below
Gray

All my memories
All my past
Gray

Take my hand
Let me lead you
Away

Let me lead you
Far from here
No more gray for you,
My dear.
Gray is cool
And you are warm.
Gray is still
And you’re a storm.
Once we find
Your verdant home
I’ll go back
Where I belong-

To Gray
To be continued???
I spill my heart onto the keys
And to the screen it flows.
My mind's a dark, deflated tire
That rolls across the interweb.
It cracks their screens and breaks their hearts,
Their spirits squished and flattened out.
If I asked it would be awkward,
What you're thinking,
If I'm boring you,
If you loathe me,
If you're having a bad day,
If it's awkward because you have Feelings for me,
It so awkward.
Why.

I try and I try
To read into your dismissive
****** expressions.
Why are you so disinterested?

You laugh with others,
But never with me.

I'm angry because
I simply do not understand.

I'm angry because
An answer I cannot demand.

I'm angry because
My mind must be broken.

I'm angry because
Your thoughts must be spoken
If I'm to understand.
Nonverbal communication goes over my head, and awareness of that fact is torture.
Are you okay?
Are you alright, are you fine, are you good?
Are you adequate, are you decent?
Are you emotionally stable, sleeping without crying, smiling because you want to?
Are you breathing without questioning, are you waking up without trying, are you eating without throwing up?
Are you reading this poem right now and thinking no?
Are you thinking for the first time, will I ever be okay?

You will be okay.
You will be alright, you will be fine, you will be good.
You will be adequate, you will be decent.
You will be emotionally stable, you will sleep without crying, and smile for the happiness blooming inside of you.
You will breathe without questioning, you will wake up to a new day, you will eat easily
You
are going to be okay.
So please smile sunshine
It’s a fine new day
To be okay :)

- a.g.
just a reminder that everything gets better folks. please, please hang in there. i believe in each and one of y'all.

UPDATE: thank you so so so much for 51k. the overwhelming amount of comments and messages and loves make me feel so happy to spread this poem. thank you.
Trapped in my own skin
Within a hollow shell of ice.
Stay cold to survive.
Alive, I warm and melt.
A bad hand dealt to me -
Supposed inabilities,
Freeze my will to break the exoskeleton.
For if I thaw,
My life becomes a puddle of pathetic liquid.
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