Poetry
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Gentle fighter
your soul may be cracking
under the weight of you
But I will hold you up
to fight on
Flightless Sparrow
your song might be drowning
out in the wars around you
But I will sing louder
your song of hope
Shaking tree
your branches shiver in the cold
the world has shown you
But I will brace you
to grow tall
Rippling waves
your touch might be fleeting
with the storm of hatred coming
But I will fan you
to touch further shores
Dying star
your light might be waning
in a world where we are all trying to outshine each other
But I will dull my light
to brighten yours
Tiny person
you might be different
when you grow up in this world
But I will love you
because of that.
To All GLBT Children out there: You are not alone. There are millions of people in this world who love you, and will hold you up until you can stand on your own two feet and say to the rest of the world that you are here, and you are staying.
Never doubt that.
