Do you promise to hold me close,
To steady my trembling soul,
For loyalty in kin is rare—
A fleeting ember, a fractured whole?
Will you latch as I latch,
Hold as I hold,
Give and take as I would—
A bond unbroken, bold?
Will you cradle my glittering mind,
A shattered glass,
Prickled and wild,
Rumbling to stars that pass?
Do you see the cosmos in me—
The beauty, the scars,
A shadow, a mystery,
Guided by the universe,
Protected yet far?
Or am I stone, rock,
Dust without weight,
No hand will take—
Meant to live on the surface,
Never letting someone drown within my depths.
The mind I grow,
To see the world anew,
Opening eyes to beauty unseen,
Simplifying the chaos,
Infusing life with magic and ease.
For men aren’t unaccustomed to the warmth of care,
Like rivers never taught the taste of rain—
I become the flood,
A soothing tide that quenches,
Pampering not only with wealth or vanity,
But with a softness that rebuilds,
A touch that rewrites their world
In hues of wonder and ease.
For I am also a gardener,
Because men have always been Eden to me.
In my powers of persuasion,
I have left echoes of my name where I have stepped—
A piece of me,
The God in me that lingers when we are done.
So I question, as I ask—
I really rumble in thought:
What if I wasn’t meant to be
At the center of one person’s universe?
What if I’m a galaxy,
Continuously branching out into the cosmos—
The sun to many planets
That choose to gaze upon my glory,
Only to pass on,
Because I could never be center?
And I’ll never be her,
Stuck in the tower,
Waiting for Prince Charming.
There is no dragon here.
For I only wrestle with fate—
We fight over her pen,
Her ink concocted with a charted course.
While in grasp,
I write myself anew each day.
But in the end, you will find—
Yes, you will find that in the end,
I am it all.
A saint too.
So will you, will you?
Will you latch as I latch,
Hold as I hold,
Give and take as I would—
A bond unbroken, unfathomable?
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