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A potrait that you made
Do you remember yourself, what were you, when this world sketched you, what you should have been, how quaint, how tender, how charming.
Are you a portrait, the one they sketched, or
a potrait that you made, were your feathers chopped or were they nurtured by your beloved.
Were your dreams shattered or were they illuminated by your will.
Do you remember yourself, how meek you were, now no more, rather empowering. Were your fears
Within you, because I see none inside you.
A potrait once dull and colourless now alive and filled with grace. I ask you again Do you remember me, the canvas of your potrait, the colour in your art, remember the boy with no face, remember yourself what you were and embrace.
© jude
Are you a portrait, the one they sketched, or
a potrait that you made, were your feathers chopped or were they nurtured by your beloved.
Were your dreams shattered or were they illuminated by your will.
Do you remember yourself, how meek you were, now no more, rather empowering. Were your fears
Within you, because I see none inside you.
A potrait once dull and colourless now alive and filled with grace. I ask you again Do you remember me, the canvas of your potrait, the colour in your art, remember the boy with no face, remember yourself what you were and embrace.
© jude
