KIM MEIRA AESTHETICS

The world was muted,

A canvas washed in gray,

And I, a ghost, adrift in disarray.

Each dawn a burden,

each night a deeper ache,

my weary spirit, threatening to break.

Then, a voice, like sunlight through the trees,

A stranger's kindness, carried on the breeze.

He saw the cracks in the walls I'd built so high,

And met my darkness with a steady eye.

He spoke of beauty,

of moments caught in time,

Of passions burning, and life's vibrant rhyme.

He showed me colors I'd forgotten were so true,

And gently coaxed my frozen heart anew.

With hesitant steps, I followed where he led,

Away from shadows,

from the words left unsaid.

He didn't banish the pain,

but showed me how To find the strength that slumbered in me now.

He pulled me into laughter,

into light,

And taught me how to dance,

to feel, to fight.

And though the abyss of love can swallow whole,

He made me brave enough to risk my soul.

Now, life's a tapestry, woven thread by thread,

With joy and sorrow,

hope and fear instead Of monochrome despair,

a prison of my own,

I found a hand to hold, and called it home.