a poem for a human with magic inside them.
you are the eighth wonder of the world;
a paragon of humanity and beauty.
I can just imagine you,
on the day the world ends,
kissing the raindrops and laughing in the face of the stars.
you are made of such magnificence.
The atoms of you have seen such fantastic things.
I bet you spent a life time in Atlantis, skimming stones and swimming with sharks.
I think as well you must have been a star for a long long long time:
it is the only way you could shine so well now.
In former lives you traversed space and time and sea and sky.
you have seen the universe and yet,
here you are now.
I am so glad.
your soul is akin to a tiny galaxy growing and changing under your skin.
you must remember that there are stars going super novae
and planets being knocked off their axis when you despair...
oh, but when you smile...that's when the magic inside you comes out to play.
sparks of light dance across your spirit,
healing the holes and the barely-remembered ache of tears.
infinities are born of your fingertips and whatever you touch turns to gold.
you are doing so beautifully, child.
you are a product of eternity, and you bear the weight of a thousand lives with such grace, although I know they must be heavy.
so pause.
breathe.
allow the worlds inside you time to grow.
silence your demons. smile, laugh, stay alive.
the eighth wonder, darling. you really are.
-g.m
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some context:
this is for a human being i only know over the internet. this is their christmas present
i hope they have the most glorious time during the festive season, god knows they deserve it.
much love
x
