"I can fix him"
Words that a loathe.
I am no project to be worked upon.
No trophy to be paraded around.
Yet my heart desires nothing less.
Than the loving touch of a healer.
A wise sage clever enough to see through my ruse.
Gifted enough to sing away my blues.
I am become stone.
Too cold to hold life.
Too brash to caress another.
Set upon my values.
Hardened by my own lessons.
But what is stone to wind.
Water has been known to carve away at it.
Heat knows how easy it is to melt away the facade.
So weather me down.
Brush away my ridges with whispered words.
Wipe the tears, that forms canyons, away from my soul.
Bring down every bit of passion onto me.
For nothing else, I fear, will melt this stone.
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Reflections (Chapter two)
PoezieFollow my rise and Experience my redemption, as I fight back against all that haunts me. There will be poems dedicated to others and how they help me in my rise, and there will be standalones where I forgive those who put me in the pit to begin with.
