Optimism, cut and dried, hanging from the ceiling rafters
sheds its scent as it shakes in the strength of ringing laughter.
This is what my ribcage was, a fountain bright and ocean clear-
the world has given much to me, but taken more than that, I fear.
I feel them still, the shadows of the peace that once I took for granted-
with patience and hard work I know I'll find again that place enchanted.
I'm not going to say that I am 100% satisfied with how this turned out, because I'm not, but here it is anyways.
I want to come back and revisit this, because it just came out all at once and I think I could stand to refine it some more, but I don't want to forget about it so it's going to live here for a while.
sheds its scent as it shakes in the strength of ringing laughter.
This is what my ribcage was, a fountain bright and ocean clear-
the world has given much to me, but taken more than that, I fear.
I feel them still, the shadows of the peace that once I took for granted-
with patience and hard work I know I'll find again that place enchanted.
I'm not going to say that I am 100% satisfied with how this turned out, because I'm not, but here it is anyways.
I want to come back and revisit this, because it just came out all at once and I think I could stand to refine it some more, but I don't want to forget about it so it's going to live here for a while.
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