See me, hear me, feel me, touch me
you move me to move you,
all that I have been through.

Mentally, physically and freely you did find me,
you see me as I am,
all that becomes see through.

Like a train that steered my life sideways,
Orient express putting me on the right tangent.
One that sees summer for days,
one that changes what was frozen.
Unexpected smiles are not all you have to offer
although you should see strangers stare.
You have your own story to offer,
your own that you don’t have to share.

Star shaped train wrecks
are not blessed
with angels, they confess
and turn sins into strengths.


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