We chose to spiral together
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Upon a path cracked and curved,
We walked alone,
Lost and aimless
Unloved but undeterred,
Words from another made no mark,
Ours was a story carved in blood,
Engraved in pain,
Wrapped within the teardrops,
That flowed in the dark.
We existed in a world far apart,
Associations held no meaning
Played no part,
Isolated we had sunk between pages,
A quiet ode to our heart,
Spun the words we longed hear
And collected them with greed,
The lost relics of an ancient art.
Afloat in different bubbles
We crossed paths,
Eyes alight with wariness
We tested the water,
Hushed words, shared laughter and secrets whispered,
The words flowed faster than time,
A silver of hope bloomed,
Paper thin and fine,
Perhaps I had found something that could be all mine.
Somewhere in a corner far apart,
We made a universe that was all ours,
Set it up with all our dreams,
Poured free all our regrets,
A home with no judgements,
All we needed was an open heart.
None of us were perfect,
Cut from the same garb
We bled red,
Our words often harsh
Built walls that none could climb,
Nonetheless in one another’s arms,
We came back time after time.
Arguments by the thousands we had,
Words as bitter as ashes,
But the silence was far worse,
The mind a medley of pain and disquiet,
A battle lost we’d come back,
A defeat that felt sweeter than victory,
Compared to the silence,
Surrender was a far sweeter melody.
Every loss led to a new discovery,
A layer peeled within our souls,
We built ourselves ever better,
Warriors that survived the fall,
Ever wandering I was lost,
Within them I found something profound,
Words couldn’t describe,
With every beat of my heart
All I heard was,
My tribe! My tribe! My tribe!
