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Prismatic Shards

lizbeth cruz

My legs take me to a paradise where I don’t feel numb.
In this utopian world I do not feel alone; the feeling eludes me.
Can you see how fortunate you’ve made me?
I reckon I feel lucky the wounds on the pads of my fingers are now erased from reality.
There is no more strain on my hands and mind. I have healed.
Now, every enchanting moment is so nicely kept tidy
Inside a box of memories, too small to fit their value
As I look through the pictures of my youth, I find the holes in my heart have healed.
And as I dwell on my present, I find nothing to be ashamed of.
My eyes see the beautiful meadow before me.
The flowers are astonishing…. I stopped my steps, seeing the beautiful things before me.
Now, on the night, the pitch dark is overshadowed by all the stars in the galaxy.
By nightfall, their twinkle is all I see.
The fresh night breeze, with a metallic sheen, kisses my lips, leaving a taste of gold.
A type of allure that stimulates the blood
One that leaves my lips and fingers numb
It takes my breath away, the beauty of it all.
The way only the tranquility of mind I have been blessed with
Has transformed my cries into euphoria,
A feeling that can spill out from my soul in an enchanting manner.

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Author Bio

Lizbeth Cruz is a Creative Writing major who tries to mold the woeful into something pithy in each piece. Always aiming to bring out the strength and allure of emotions to light through writing. Not to mention, is constantly finding comfort through creation in real life and through destruction in writing. 

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