I could be somebody else’s story,
Like eleven souls living in a body.
I could be...
A child who scraped his knees while running after the ice cream truck;
The new girl who wears braces and spectacles and was continuosly mocked;
A man covered with tattoos roving in the darkness to make sure his village was safe;
An old lady longing for his son, waiting forever behind the drape;
The famous author who won awards though he is blind, or
A soldier who survived the bombs but not his mind.
I am myself but was never mine,
I could be someone or the only one;
Like an abandoned abstract painting—
you'll never know the tale that was told underneath.
“Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.– Alfred Tennyson”
no matter what emotions come out of what you right or share through your post, there's only one feeling i usually get first...
that is...
"WOW!"
i don't know how you are able to select and post truly good stuff.
i believe you really are such a beautiful soul.
i pray that somebody is going to mentor you properly and that you, one day, achieve your DREAMS - Become Greater, and Awesome Being!
Awww that's very kind of you to say ate. Love you a lot! <3
Almost sad reading this :/
Thanks @enginewitty for taking time to read.
Grate story
Thank you @sudhee267