MY STORY
by Dreamy Poetess
You came to me in silent days,
When all the world felt cold,
unkind.
Through winding paths and
shadowed ways,
You gently shaped my restless
mind.
Perhaps the world is harsh and
grim,
With broken truths and borrowed
dreams.
Yet I refuse to fade or dim,
You stitch my soul along the
seams.
No storm can tear what we have
made,
No flame can burn these written
pages.
Through every line that will
not fade,
You carry me across the ages.
You give my life a voice, a
start,
You turn my scars to poetry.
You are my story, my own heart,
And this is how it’s meant
to be.
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