I was that whisper
in the back of your mind
that prompted you to smile.
Nobody remembers.
I was that writer
that caught your eye,
just right.
Nobody really saw.
I was that footstep
right behind you
to hold you up.
Somebody saw.
I know they had to.
I was born into night
with a dream for a light
brighter than I could
ever make real.
But I try and I feel
and run and I stumble.
I'm lost and I'm weary,
and broken.
But humble.
Everything that I have
somehow sometime gets taken.
But I dream it back every night
till the time I awaken.
I smile when I'm sleeping
cause it's better than whats real.
It's the worlds I can
walk so tall.
And that helps me
to heal.
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