(1)

It's in the eyes of us
a feeling of cold black
fear & trepidation
mirrors may mock
the emptiness we hold,
we may blame ourselves
in the cage of reality,
illusions once let us see
butterflies now illustrates
souls without wings,
an invisible gesture -
of euphoria rhyming behind
our eyes to unleash the melodies
of strength we barely hold.


(2)

Fear takes control over every emotions
Its a deal we invisibly sign ourselves
to be strong, we don't need to prove
anything in this world, we don't need to show anything either, but for ourselves, its an open book inside our beautiful soul, read ourselves to become something we proud of, even a ray of strength enough, let it bloom through the torments & aches, even if its late let it be, late bloomers still bloom tho, for our own sake!!
live today.
© vichus