o captain my captain
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Her lips were the color of the sky
On a dark and murky day
Her eyes no longer filled with light
While on the bed she lay
I ask her to rise
To wake and smell the flowers
To silence our saddened cries
Dear Helena,
My work is incomplete
without you.
Your minstrel voice which used to sooth
is westward now,
But I remember the spirit you brought
and so do the paitents.
For all the raging seas,
For all the turbulent forces,
For all the doors that had no keys,
To whom it concerns:
To everyone who has taunted and teased me:
For the color of my skin.
For the texture of my hair.
Your words are like a blanketThat covers me soft and warmThat whispers reassurancesLike an anchor in the storm.
Past:
A girl.
Afraid.
Terrified of her own self,
Because it had become the unknown.
I look at your smile
And all I can say is thank you
You reminded me
That a smile
And a little care
Is all you need to survive
Just a little longer
When the world is crashing down
I look at your smile
And all I can say is thank you
You reminded me
That a smile
And a little care
Is all you need to survive
Just a little longer
When the world is crashing down
