16 May 2015

The thing about me



It's an odd kind of thing 
The one that fits anywhere 
Yet nowhere calls it home 

The one which now is common
If it's there, it's with you 
If it is not, it is still
It's inside both of us 
And always give us light

Some have abandoned it 
And cut it from their hearts
Scars remains where once was light

I have mine 
I carry it with me 
It shines upon everything that is good 
And helps me see evil clearly

With me it moves for a short time 
All the time 
Upon this earth it is upon me
Seeking, forgiven, loving that's its acts
It only exist as a whole
 But, someday sadness will coat its edges 

But remaining
It will not be cut from me 
And I will never shed its skin

It is within me and moves and changes 

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