Courage was born through pain,
when the heart opened its gates.
It may have begun in the catalyst of fear,
but love inevitably grew from a smear,
and a warrior within you steadily began to appear.
The warmth of your voice traveled through my veins and tightened up the chains.
The warmth of your hands remained imprinted in my skin and reminded me of where you’ve been.
The warmth of your gaze burned through my optical nerves and a picture of you my brain preserves.
The warmth that once existed now has chilled and the pieces of my being I’ve continued to rebuild.
Moments of laughter and then moments of dread.
All forgotten by the bedtime stories read.
And my daily getaway became the mountains adorning the backyard of my childhood days.
Oh, the dreams I dreamed, as I ran chasing the fireflies in a daze.
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