True Beauty, Raw Shadow

My kindness is my weakness, it always has been.

It’s like I couldn’t argue otherwise, my emotions expend.

They let in a raw sensitivity, one too delicate for this jagged world.

I see my place is in the heavens, my heart’s nature concurs.

I let love emerge, while angels allure. I’m far away from

this earthly plane, its physicality seems to be my pain.

As it is the high I who remains lifted, my soul is

gifted, for time’s illusive, my spirit’s insistive.

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