By Anthony Salazar
There is a Pain so immaculate
Written in your edges
And still,
Your heart is kind.
There is struggle behind your beauty—
Pain that seems to haunt
The depths of your mind.
And still,
Your eyes remain the same;
So Innocent and light
That most can hardly tell that such darkness ever lingered.
Behind the snowflakes of your eyes
One can see the weight of existence,
The weight of the universe—
The very weight of life.
And still,
Within your eyes
There is peace within each breath
Where everything that was
No longer breaks into the moment that is;
Where pain no longer clutches life;
A place where all appears
Safe.
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