MY STORY

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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