Who told you someone else's love was more important than your own? Who told you that your value could be only defined through someone else's eyes? Why do a passing stranger's words carry more weight than yours? (People come and go but you You are going to have to live with yourself for the rest of your life. Your love is more important.) --------- Wind rises, rain falls, thunder rolls in the distance--
Lightning crawls across the sky And my soul is singing, singing the same song that waves sing as they crash into the shore or that meteors sing as they fall to earth in streaks of fire A fierce song sleeping in my bones that rises and falls like the roar of some great leviathan But I am not afraid And I am reaching, reaching for the sky-- (Let me tell you I have never mourned the loss of a sunny day.) I like the second poem a lot more than the first (it was really fun to write) -Atlas
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