My Voice

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Poem about everyone finding their voice

The scars of my agony becomes water

The smoldering, intense heat of my passion becomes the sun

The dreams of a satisfying future becomes the air

Combined, my voice blossoms like a flower

It rises from the cracks of the hardened concrete

Though delicate, the thorns reminds all of its strength

Tiny compared to the world, but it’s unique fragrance valued by some

And to that little flower, that is enough

Submitted: January 29, 2021

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A great little poem. I enjoyed it a lot.

Fri, January 29th, 2021 11:43pm

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I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Sat, January 30th, 2021 11:15pm

A beautifully descriptive piece. Very powerful.

Sun, January 31st, 2021 6:45pm

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Thank you, I'm very glad you feel this way.

Sun, January 31st, 2021 11:44am

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