I love her this so ….
A cold wind of fear passes over me at every thought of her
Precious her, strong her, s-heroic her
With every passing second a tear tries to commit suicide
But I stop it
Trying to wear fragrance of strength a smile of surety and a helmet of confidence
She is the second mother to me
The best friend
The elder sister
The s-hero
The comedian
The focused on
The pace setter
The fit on
Lifestyle , beauty consultant
Battling thoughts creeping into me
Thoughts my mother would call from the devils master plan
Torn between prayer, hope, wishing, crossing of fingers
I know she will be fine my soul tells me
I believe she will be fine my conscious whispers
My outer screaming she’s fine
But what do I really know, believe and feel.
Everything happens for a reason so I believe
What is the reason for this?
How much confidence can I continue building up
How much faith should I gather up?
A weak soul
Confused heart
Undecided gut
But a sure mind
A sure alter ego
A sure conviction
It will be well…
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