There are a few people who keep me afloat when I feel like I might drown. One of them is having a birthday today!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMARA SPEAKS!
I have been terribly short with my words lately so I suppose I will just write poetry. I love you. And I hope we can always hold each other up.
Midnight comes, it always comes
Dancing a strange broken ballet
An ode to all her lives past; passed
A constant highlight reel; spliced
Of open wounds, more like holes
And memories that won’t heal
The clock doesn’t dare stop
And just as night rewinds her heart
Daylight reaches in, fast forward
And pulls her back into the light
It holds her with sunshine voices
And ignites each day with new smiles
Hoping that someday
Samara will speak to the night
And light will shine there too
Get to know one of my most colorful friends here! The Day a city Went Dark, and I Was Given Light was one of the first posts I had read and I knew I needed to know her.