Your Passion

Your passion

is when you strum the delicate strings of a guitar,

the acoustic ballad you’re playing ringing throughout the room.

Or when you’re lightly touching the tender keys of the piano,

classical Mozart sonatas coming to life as you tap the keys softly.

Your passion

is when sweat beads down your back as you dribble a ball,

your cleats sliding across the damp, grassy soccer field.

Or when you coat your first layer of paint on a blank canvas,

your brush emitting a splash of pastel color.

Your passion

is when your hands expertly string some yarn together,

assembling a new, vibrant design with just a thin, silver needle.

Or when the delicious smell traveling through the kitchen

seems to be the nutmeg and mint leaves you added in your cake earlier.

Your passion

is the deep desire to do something and

the beacon of light that shines when you do it.

happy_the_dog

CA

12 years old

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    She lights up the room,

    ignites the fire in their souls,

    so conspicuous and a fire so bright,

    never missed and never misunderstood.

    He holds his breath,

    waiting for her to notice,