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I am an imperfect shape; abstract
I'm drained.
Exhaustion seeps beyond my bones, into my soul.
The sparkle in my eyes has faded, and I'm left questioning the essence of my existence.
Sea creatures live beneath deep oceans,
sheltered by beautiful coral reefs,
sometimes hidden in the darkness,
where the sun cannot reach.
Poor sea creatures, longing to be with the birds,
rise toward the sparkling surface,
only to learn the air was never theirs to breathe.
I just wanted to say just be yourself no need to change yourself by looking others.
The uniqueness in us makes us different from others and eventually it becomes our identities if we try changing it we might lost ourselves
  Aug 11 Shambhavi Sahay
Rebecca
The poet is an architect
he constructs sentences.

The poet is a cook
he mixes words.

The poet is a philosopher
he reflects on what he writes.

The poet is a student
he learns words.

But above all.

The poet has no definition
he defines himself.
I’ve begun to realize
that great minds
don’t need a thousand words
to change a life
Often
ten
within a poem
can light up
the entire world
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