Shooting Star.
I know,
I lost my will to dream,
for the nightmares kept pushing me down
into the deep dark hole of survival
where I kept questioning
my worth, my existence,
the reasons to trade my life.
But I shine,
not with my eyes but words
that I kept hidden inside,
afraid of letting them out
for they might realize
my insecurities
once again,
letting me fall apart
in the overcast sky.
Sure sure your words are of a literary artisan…
But but eyes of yours are art in themselves…✋🏻