The light in your eyes is fading fast,
like the dramatic smoke
from a flame no longer
drifting up towards the ceiling.
I see it crashing down around you now.
You appear to approach the world with a dazzling smile
and with a caring touch.
Your eyes water as graceful words fall from your mouth
And your voice floats up and down
as the wind takes it by the hand and asks it to dance
a sad, slow waltz.
And yet you seem to carry on.
Head held high.
Feet seemingly firm on the shifting earth beneath you.
But you are not fooling me.
I see the cracks in your heavy armor.
The fissures where your shield has been broken
and super-glued back together quickly in shame and agony
time after time.
And it is sad, what you've become
You don’t see that many strive to live like you.
Think like you do
Be like you
Even you are striving to be something
that you already are.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
The light in your eyes is fading fast,
like the dramatic smoke
from a flame no longer
drifting up towards the ceiling.
I see it crashing down around you now.
You appear to approach the world with a dazzling smile
and with a caring touch.
Your eyes water as graceful words fall from your mouth
And your voice floats up and down
as the wind takes it by the hand and asks it to dance
a sad, slow waltz.
And yet you seem to carry on.
Head held high.
Feet seemingly firm on the shifting earth beneath you.
But you are not fooling me.
I see the cracks in your heavy armor.
The fissures where your shield has been broken
and super-glued back together quickly in shame and agony
time after time.
And it is sad, what you've become
You don’t see that many strive to live like you.
Think like you do
Be like you
Even you are striving to be something
that you already are.
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