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An evocative poem, by Christine, where she aspires beauty and reasons that she has not voyaged like her lover. An exclusive for Different Truths.
than I have ever dreamt of being, on the outside, Ever. Though something in your eyes says we share an unimaginable depth of beauty, deep; way, way deep inside. BUT… I haven’t walked in your shoes Your face unlined by Life, YET. forehead unfurrowed by Loss, Grief, Pain; YET. lips untwisted by Disillusion, Betrayal, Disgust Still… your eyes tell me I haven’t walked in your shoes either. You’ve known love, that is clear. A mother’s tenderness perhaps, A father’s adoration of his little girl... yes, I think so. Then, your eyes tell me, Horrific intruders invaded your world, crushing almost all your sweet soul believed in... But somewhere deep inside there’s a locked locket with a tiny red stone shaped like a heart, and safe inside that treasured heirloom is an unextinguishable light of hope and love. It’s a lock of a mother’s raven hair; a promise of love and courage to take a beautiful soul through whatever could ever aspire to damage or destroy, EVER.
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