It felt like a miracle. Finally a dream full of sweetness, after such dark days, and countless tears.
It felt like healing, after being wounded for so long.
It reduced my pain, somehow.
Though the progress, like always, worked slowly, painfully.
I smiled, still lost in the dream.
Tasting it's sweetness, hearing it's music.
And the, just like that, I woke up.
In my uncomfortable bed and the darkness in my room still scared me. Yet, the magic worked, again.
It calmed me down, and helped cope with my sore body.
It brought back the light in my eyes, and made me feel, like somehow, someone has grabbed hold of me at last.
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The Poetry She Wrote. ✔
Poetry- Poems by a twelve years old / written in 2016 - - - - There are a million poetry written, of all sort. This book holds poetry, that was written for a girl. A stranger, created in ones mind, hidden from...
