i try not to stumble
and i try not to pick on
broken glass
again. i have learnt to
wash away my reflections
and create new ones
from the shine of your eyes
and you are the flicker
of hope
of my own Pandora's box.
though i ache
a blunt, cankered ache
i am relieved and
embrace the feel of sunlight
upon my fingertips
because you are the one
who steers away my storms
and never bring me rain.
it no longer matters
where i will find myself
when i wake up
in a foreign morning
far from you
because i know i will
always
find my way back home
to you
and find my place of reason
in the steadiness
of your heartbeat.
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