Reality

There, if you listen surely

You will hear a siren’s song for mercy

The tone as mesmerizing as she is

It will cause you to question this reality

Her reality, and

The reality of those who do not hear her.

You’ll wonder

Who is the chosen one?

He who hears, understands the song and watches over her,

Or the others who are blessed with the ability to move along, oblivious?

Might it be them. 

No battle sworn into, not fated through the sea, nor deprived of who she really is…

For eternity.

Hidden Stardust

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Inside her, almost vibrating life
Was every sparkle, she had to hide
Bundle of expression, she’d closely kept
Hidden quietly, her undeniable breath

April came again, as it did last year
Every bit of her worry, is still her fear
What glows from within her suffocates
While she considers, what’s no longer at stake

As magenta opens and offers a view
It is he who still sees through
Understands her stardust, and always has
She found here, awaiting his hand