You are one of the extraordinary.

The star that fills someone’s eyes with hope and light,
The hands that hold the shaken,
The lips that draw out the last breath of one’s nerves.

You hold all the answers,
yet ask all the questions

in the hopes to be the best ever but what you don’t realize

is that you already are what you were meant to be;

one of billions, thousands, no,
just you.

bottled up emotions, thrown against rough roads and smooth waves,
shaped, crafted, changed,

waiting to let free,
to be the movement, the brightness, the strength,

that someone else was looking for.