Lit lanterns Lit up the lonely tree The night knew its darkness Was for all to see For the lanterns, they knew They lit what was to be seen The tree Forever, it knew
If I do not Stop writing The Truth which I wish to express May well be more Submerged.. Might I stop now And allow the Dimmed light to Remain as glimmer..? Or might a few Words more Serve to cleanse What is already Said...?
Braid the broken strands ‘till it’s like they’re meant to be there, hold yourself together like you never fell apart— rip at all your seams ‘cause you hate feeling fragile, rather be a broken bone than a spindly work of art.