Your love is like gazing on a lilac horizon,
when your life has been locked in darkness.
You’re that first breath of air,
when I come up from sinking.
When my blood runs cold,
you warm me with your luminosity.
I’ll love you for a thousand eternities,
until I’ve gone back to stardust.
And then I’ll wander constellations and galaxies,
nebulas and the Milky Way.
I’ll find your star and orbit you
for a thousand more eternities.
I am an autistic writer and if you enjoy this poem, you can find more in my first volume of poetry available on Amazon, Inside Outside: Words from An Autistic Mind
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the magic of kindness
Homelessness is hard But one act of kindness can Thaw even concrete —————— The older I get, the more I become very well aware of the privilege that I grew up with. There is no greater privilege than to have a roof over your head and food on the table every night when you come home from school or work. It might seem as though it’s a given or something everyone has when you’re young and naive, sheltered from some of the more harsh realities. But the older I’ve become, the more I realize just how singularly lucky I am. I might not have the means to eradicate homelessness, but I certainly recognize how lucky I am to occasionally have “extra,” and I will do as much as I can for as long as I can to give to those who may be in need, as encouraged by my kind and ever generous parents.
By Mikayla Rose4 days ago in Poets
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"You’re that first breath of air," Wonderful.