Let your spirit soar,
beyond the layers of the night,
into the eternal sea of hope.
Playing with words,
fills the heart of a poet with glee,
where he or she can run free,
set by society.
for telling me the truth,
when the world lies,
You feel at peace,
calm after the storm,
you are renewed again,
for holding on.
And now you stand,
in front of your borrowed reflection,
competing with yourself,
This is an old piece but I thought it would be perfect for today’s daily prompt.
You hold the ocean in your tears,
you hold the fire in your eyes,
you hold the storm in your fears,
you hold my heart in your smile.