Smile, Precious;
You've come so far
since we first met
And I am proud to have
the privilege
of seeing you blossom
You are beautiful;
body and soul
And don't you dare
tell me otherwise
This time,
you know I'm right
I've watched you
shyly open up and bloom
I am honored to see you grow
into the lovely woman
I knew you were inside;
like a flower reborn in spring
I knew you could do it
when you told me you couldn't
I knew there was light
where you told me there was dark
I can see who you are inside
though you worked so hard to bury it
under so much ugliness
that was created by the ones
who tried to break you
You are perfect
within your imperfections,
and you work hard to be good
And you are good, Precious
You always were
That fragile porcelain doll
has transformed herself
into a beautiful, open woman
ready to take the world on
and face what's thrown her way
You rebuilt yourself into a brick wall
And I love all you are,
and hope I don't miss
not even a second of your heart
being set free from those bonds
Because the little girl that cried at night
is growing up and seeing what she hadn't before
That the world is full of beauty,
and so is she
The there is love, and wonder
That she doesn't have to be afraid
to open up and let people see
the real her
because the real her is worth knowing
I've known her a long time
I had to pry the walls down
and let myself in, but,
she's learned to invite some,
while watching others,
and hoping her judgment
will allow only the good in
She shines under a dark curtain
The mystifying black material
leaves me stunned at her form
Because I can see through it now
And I am blessed to know her
Smile, Precious,
and let us see you shine
through the eyes of your soul
You've taught me many lessons,
and will continue to do so
I hope I have taught you a
few things to remember in return
Just remember, darling, that I'm here to stay
You don't need to hide from me anymore
Author notes
The background used is specifically for Yunaleska. Please don't take it.
This is the story about a girl I met online who loved to roleplay and never really talked about herself, where she was from, her family, her friends, or even her own feelings.
I pried this girl open over the span of three years bit by tiny bit and had to be patient. Little by little, she showed me a part of herself I never saw before, and I realized something. She was a bit like me, though she appeared so fragile, she would crack like porcelain easily.
I took up the responsibility of protecting this girl from anything and everything I could. Though by doing this, I would in turn hurt her because I am imperfect and make mistakes. Countless times has she closed her doors on me, for fear she or I would be hurt if she ever let me see what was behind that wall. Countless times I reminded her I wasn't going anywhere, and that I loved her as strongly as if she were my own sister.
Countless times, I had to prove to her that I would never intentionally harm or disrespect her. And not only that, but time and time again, I told her she shone, she was beautiful, and she had talent. That her flaws were not what mattered to me, but the fact that she cared, and did her best.
I couldn't save her from her depression, and I started to let her weigh me down with it because I felt her. I had to break off for a long while, and I had to stop roleplaying too. I never forgot her, I worried about her and thought of her endlessly. I got hurt, I crashed, and burned while I took my break, and when I came back...she had changed.
And as we spend more and more time together, I can see the beautiful light I saw within her clearly shining though now. And this is the story of that porcelain doll, so fragile, and so beautiful, rebuilt herself into a brick wall by finally opening up and trusting again. Not only that, but admitting a few things to herself that I will not mention.
This was the first step of her healing, and I see her beauty becoming more radiant every single day. She is my Precious twinny and friend, and she will always be so.
I have not said everything I wanted to say here...but I suppose this will have to do.
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A lovely dedication to a lovely woman. I like the various textural techniques you used on the border - very nice!
This is a picture of a real person, not anime or fairytale. I like this poem very much also.
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Thank you, both the background and the poem mean a lot to me.
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All entirely true, she is absolutely beautiful. Though i'm not sure fragile is the right word. She is a very strong woman but there is a delicate sofness inside of her which her tough, tomboy look belies.
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Somehow, I totally missed this comment. Haha.
Back when I first knew her, she was very sensitive and fragile, so that is where this is coming from, dear.
She's not so fragile anymore.
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awwwwww this is so swwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeet! You really DID write a poem.
*Screams* OMW!!!! You put pics of me up! *faints* heh heh XD
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Do you mind? I wanted to do something unique and special.
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meh i don't want people to know what i look like but...heh. I guess i don't mind. XD It's nice though. sis reckons its cool
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