I am but a little cricket in a field of others
giving my song a chance to be heard
I strike my tuneless chords and they glance in my direction
Smiling
Shrugging I stop to listen
Thier voices are unique. beautiful.
Every soul different but together united
By the call of darkness
We replied in poetic lines
Thier are no accusers or cowards
This realm denies no one and gives them space to grow
Fairies and demons alike can reside in harmony
Summoning words of common pain
Behind watchful apparitions
Or false names
- our trademark - a part of our secret self leaking out
Wanting to be heard
Speaking our minds
Healing spilled hearts
Stitching old wounds
By the hands of others
And oh the hands that behold the fingers that lace with mine
Holding together by a webbed network
Soothing the beast that resides within each of us
With just a stroke of a key
...Thank you DP

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