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 Aug 2020 Julia Shalom
 Aug 2020 Julia Shalom
In a room full of people
Yet I go invisible
No glances to me
No words spoken my way
I am gone
But still have to endure
Physically being here
 Aug 2020 Julia Shalom
under the stars the earth will break
and the reflections in the ocean will shatter

underneath our heaven, sins we will make
and so we'll never climb that moral latter

after some time the night will start to gray
and our summers will fade away

after some time the night will turn to gray
and my heart will begin to break
 Aug 2020 Julia Shalom
I didn't want to be mature for my age.
I wanted to be a kid.
You can't always be happy,
Otherwise, you might fail to realize
The value of a smile after you frown,
The essence of getting up when you're down
The things you do when you try to have a lasting change,
When you try to have the priorities in your life rearranged
For even the darkest night will end,
And the sun will again rise
You are willing to be a new person,
But are you willing to pay that price?
Working towards achieving a sense of lasting happiness is a real effort not many are willing to undertake. It requires hard work and dedication to improve your own self to be more positive and happy. Even though it seems like a distant dream, for being happy is about living in the moment and sometimes overcoming them too.
 Aug 2020 Julia Shalom
And so I found him,
not far away
but right next to me
with open arms.
Never abandoned me.
I was the one who left.
I don’t know how to love you as you have loved me.
 Aug 2020 Julia Shalom
The poetry isn’t in all these words —
It’s in knowing I survived them.
Holy smokes! Thank you everyone for all of the support! I don’t come here too often so I did not expect this; what a beautiful surprise ♥️
 Aug 2020 Julia Shalom
 Aug 2020 Julia Shalom
Hello,  I am a puddle person.
I'm certainly not the only puddle person, of course.
And I often think I'm more puddle then person.

I lay on the floor still.
People come by and see themselves reflected in me.
Sometimes they step in me,  and drops of me splish around and evaporate.

I'm content being a puddle it's, comfortable.
People are aware of me whether looking at themselves, tip toeing around me or jumping in.

I am NOT invisible.

Love me or hate me this puddle person isn't going anywhere,
until I become more puddle then person.

— The End —