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Celina Lin More Than What You SeeShe thinks she’s nothing, More than anything. It’s consuming. It’s almost like She’s in sinking sand. It’ll swallow her whole, Unless someone gives her a hand. But she can’t see The hole she’s dug herself into. Undo That dreadful blindfold. Even so, She can’t see That she’s got the gold. She doesn’t know it, But she’s her own worst enemy. And yet, She wears a halo. And in my eyes, she’s an angel. She’s soaring above With the wind. She’s soaring High in the sky. She’s climbing mountains. She’s winning the race. She’s jumping fences. Nothing and no one can stop her. She’s flying Over the moon, Like the brightest shooting star I know. She’s on top of the world. But from her view, It looks like the bottom. And someday, She’ll see the whole of it. I know someday She’ll find that She’s exactly what She’s dreamed of. |
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