Growth

POEM: Strands of Darkness

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Feeling stuck,

Like overrun by truck.

There is no understanding,

All alone stranding.

 

Strands of darkness depress,

You may to a child regress,

Or perhaps drink to excess,

And to no one feelings may confess.

 

This state is temporary,

Like the home aerie.

Hurt maybe real,

But it will heal.

 

Despite the rain,

You will fly again,

Towards the clouds light,

You will make it alright.

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