Manifestation (Poem)

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The ceiling no longer lingers above my bed

but there is something shining through,

it’s brighter than the sun,

more powerful than the moon,

and all I can hope for is that it doesn’t end soon.

Out of the corner of my eyes

I can see my room drift away

as I feel the warmth of the grass beneath my skin,

and your fingers between mine.

I know this isn’t a dream

cause we believed in it,

and brought it to life