By Noel   

How silently does the rain fall
as the grey, yielding sky turns to platinum.
The bittersweet love for life comes to meet me there;
both horrors and sweet dreams busily shaping me.
I breathe in my carefree air,
making me go slightly insane,
as a blanket of white clothed me...
Or is it black?
I cannot tell, for the blindness has come over me.
Hear my screams for independence,
don't reject how real I am.
I am broken china,
I am punctured canvas,
I am scissored circles,
howbeit ,I am me:
Destined for greatness, cursed by my own blessing...
Or am I the cause of my curse?
Uncovering patches of uncertainty that wound me,
bandaged by smiles and kindness,
one thing is for sure:
I will be.
How grateful am I,
even now as the rain gently falls down,
as the grey, yielding sky turns to platinum.

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