Discovery

For a treasured friend, although this isn't "the" poem

To speak volumes with

not a well-chosen word, but

with a touch and a tear.

 

To philosophize while

laughing, to find freedom

in crying.

 

To listen to my

dreams, for they speak more

than waking life.

 

To welcome my

desires, because I can,

and I deserve to.

 

To look in the mirror

and hear your voice

telling me I'm beautiful.

 

And at last,

I believe it.

Author's Note

I wrote this in about 30 seconds, unlike my other poetry, which takes days. Thoughts?

Reviews

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because my truths are lies and spoken only in whispers a can only comment that i want to say something to you after having read