I am not
awe-inspiring
like a mountain or an ocean.
I am not
raw power,
a grand dream.
I am subtle magic.
I unfold
slowly,
curling around you like
smoke tendrils.
I am the
quiet magic
in the charm of a small town
in the summer.
Or a still lake,
the sunlight reflecting,
sparkling, glittering.
I will not turn your world upside down,
I will wade through it,
bathe in it,
let it coat me so that I know
the deepest
parts
of
you.
-Kat
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About the Creator
Kat S.
Learning to heal myself one written word at a time.
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