Goddess
She is a goddess—
Goddess of my heart.
She holds the key,
Unlocking places
No one else could find.
So I pour myself out.
I spoke the truth,
The kind that's hard to hold.
But she embraced it—
Calmly,
Soft as a dove,
Yet stubborn as a goat.
The road was smooth,
Until the wind came—
Fierce and wild.
It shook her—
Made her stumble,
Distracted and unsure.
So we drifted into silence.
My sister, my friend—
You became a treasure,
A jewel beyond price.
You are special,
Too sacred for words.
I once believed
This world was shaped for us,
To journey side by side.
But you vanished—
In a twinkle of an eye.
Whenever we met,
I poured out my thoughts,
Wrote my feelings into the air.
And even if we never
Return to one shell again,
My name will be
Stamped in your mind forever.
I believe my mission is complete.
I have fought
The good fight of love.
You welcomed me,
You honored truth.
And when your voice calls out to me,
My mind dances—clad in joy.
Let me say this:
I am not a friend
To silence.
It feels like an emergency—
A call to hold still,
To follow the wild wind
With wings not my own.
I was shaken—
Jiggered—
When you declared your farewell,
Smiling,
Speaking softly,
Reviving my spirit.
Still, it was hard.
Your absence
Was thunder in my chest.
I tried to cope—
I performed spiritual gymnastics,
Summoning the Almighty—
Man of War—
To act swiftly.
I was losing myself.
It felt like hell in a cell.
My sister, my friend—
You play small,
But you are the big sister.
You lowered yourself,
But your spirit towers high.
Thank you—
For accepting me,
For choosing me as a friend.
I promise never
To blow away the dust again.
I will hold you
Like an egg in my hands.
Remember:
We met for a reason.
And we cannot part
Without cause.
Together, we serve God,
Fulfilling His plan.
Greater love is this:
That I would lay down my life
For you.
🥇 Giftedhands ✍️
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