Savior

In the darkest moments, 

Your words gave me strength and hope. 

You gave me passion and a heart. 

Your words spoke to me,

And carried me when I wanted to give up.

 

Your voice echos in my head, 

The ever-occurring thought that you are the reason I'm here. 

You are the blood that flows through my veins, 

You are the oxygen my body relies on. 

 

You are the recurring thought in my head, 

Telling me I can do whatever I want to. 

Showing me what life has to give, 

Giving me hope and power. 

 

In the brightest moments, 

Your music is still my beacon.

And you still are my savior. 

 
 

Posted in response to the challenge Writing Workshop: Odes.

meandpaul

MN

15 years old

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