I promised you a 6 word poem. Sorry for being late but I didn't forget about it.
The 6 words I've chosen: Exception, fear, flow, caught, slide, sleep.
Exception - Zeke is an exception. He always seemed to be an exception.
Fear - We have nothing to fear but fear itself
When I found him face to face with the dead monster he
seemed so much more breakable than usual.
When I took him in my arms I could hear heavy sighs of pain,
Looking at him at this moment there is this immense feeling of protection instinct -
I just want to help him, to carry him out.
And if the world would have been gone I couldn't have let go of him.
He's slowly sliding into the land of dreams, restless still, clinging to me,
leaving marks on my arms.
I'm so glad - these are signs that he's alive, that he's not broken completely.
Now the darkness is on our side, we're leaving unseen
that's all I want for him.
Walking out under the starry sky, feeling the cold wind on my face
gives me hope. Hope that some day all the horrible things will
Did I walk for minutes or for hours? I can't say -
sleep has come to him and
I'm caught by the beauty in my arms, he's like an ice flower
blossoming in the night.
I can feel the flow deep inside me, protection flows to safety,
safety flows to warmth, warmth flows to ... love.
My Casey - I will do everything for you
that you won't be afraid anymore.
Have a wonderful day, f-list!