A stillness in the summer breeze.
Their broken heart is finally at ease.
Underneath the shimmering stars,
Exploring, discovering who they are.
Their soul covered in bloody thorns
On vines made of ridicule and scorn.
Their mind heavily scarred with pain.
Pieces of shattered promises remain.
Their entire life has been a battlefield,
Yet their will to live refusing to yield.
My gentle touch brings them to tears.
My kinds words are their first in years.
Discarding their worn armor of rage,
Freeing their soul from their rusty cage.
Underneath the shimmering stars.
I finally see them for who they are.
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