Behind the camera lens
Or in front of the room
Through pages of books
I have hidden
A degree I wear
A picture I paint
With a crooked smile
I have hidden
Very few know the real story
Behind my literature
Where metaphors are memories
For the things I wish to forget
The camera flashes
And, I remember the room I stand in
Where my nose is now
not hidden in fictional tales
Awakened to reality,
I remember
Here I will not hide
Where gifting and dreams
Were not given by accident
Though others don’t always understand
And, though I sometimes feel like an anomaly
I have come to understand
Normality does not open the door
To extraordinary stories
I clear from the hiding to tell
My story without the metaphors
So that others may find
The hidden strength
That tells the greater story than I
Where redemption is sealed
And, victory is won forevermore.
“Normality does not open the door
To extraordinary stories” ❤
Yes, you are an anomaly, a beautiful anomaly, and that’s what makes you so valuable
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You are just the sweetest. Love you and your heart.
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Beautiful ❤
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