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I Am Still Searching

I am tired of wars I never chose,
of borders drawn through the veins of people
who only ever wanted to breathe freely.

I am tired of shouting into a wind
that carries my words away
before they land where they are needed.

I want peace—
not the kind written in speeches,
not the kind that vanishes in headlines,
but the kind you can hold in your hands,
like your child’s laughter
or a stranger’s kindness on a dark night.

Human rights should not be fragile.
They should not crack like glass
when touched by greed or fear.
They should be strong as the bones
we all share beneath our skin.

But every day,
I see the cracks widen—
injustice, hunger, silence.
And still,
I gather the pieces with trembling hands,
because I cannot stop believing
that peace is possible,
that dignity belongs to all of us.

I am searching,
even when the world is loud with cruelty,
even when my hope feels thin as paper.

I am searching,
because to give up
would be to surrender
the very breath that makes me human.

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