Celina Lin

More Than What You See

She 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.
 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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