Infinite value

The simple things

She wished on little things

Fine things, good things

Honestly just something

Something to help with the fighting

Give a little power to the lightning

More stamina to the running

The simple things

She wished on little things

Fine things, good things

Precious things, unconditional things

Share warmth to the shivering

Love to the hating

Living and breathing

Suffering but then surviving

Pushing and powering

A force she was

Life with no wins just draws

Full of flaws

Yet she kept going on

Fire burning from dusk to dawn

Like a fearless prey

The angel of death sways

With all her little plays

Oizys mourns her sky so full of gray

A dying beast, a roaring coward

That was her

Chasing absolutely nothing

But still kept running

Picking up pieces of her broken self

Fixing others hearts but not herself

A weed in the fruitful garden

Unwanted but still kept growing

A pool of screams that kept drowning

Ghosts of the past kept battling

But she soared through the sky

Her courage, quite a sight

A lion roars in her presence

Angels want to send her back to the heavens

The world was haunted by her essence

She counted her worth with a few fingers

Love showered her but she focused on the few stingers

Gentle hands to others but her hands were home to the cutter

The sky rained down tears of pity for her

A wounded warrior waiting for better

Staring at insecurities in the mirror

Not knowing that it all didn't matter

Because all that, wasn't forever

Her soul was an infinite treasure

Her birth was when she became a winner

Her whole existence was a prayer

And the palm of her hands held power

Everyday she became smarter

She was no preacher 

But she was going to conquer

Courage became her pastor

She recited her prayer

The fog disappeared and it was clearer

Her worth was more than the stars in the night sky

More than every grain of sand

More than all the petals in this world

More than every raindrop on a gloomy day

Her worth was so precious to this earth

So infinite

So valuable

Just like every being on this planet

She wished on little things

Fine things, good things

Honestly just something

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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