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Transformation

Despite the thorns that prick our bones, chains of hopelessness that hold us tight, Pains that imprison our tongues Or the venomous threats we fight There's always a falling action to every story the chance to put broken pieces together again mend them, and be born  anew not of the history but of hope and  endurance through the pain We are the roots that grow when the leaves, stems or branches fall we are the candle wigs that glow Even when the wax is freezing cold Like a snake unshells itself a new creature Born afresh, we can unshell ourselves and be free of the pains, scars or fracture in our bones and be new bodies

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Date: 9/4/2024 5:17:00 PM
Your poem is one that relects deep contemplation. We are the roots that grow, etc. Wow!! An outstanding stanza!! When we look back on our lives, t is mind glwing all we have withstood and accomplished. Isnt it?
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Mzee Mach
Date: 9/6/2024 12:54:00 AM
Yeah sure Thanks for your compliment ???? Really appreciate it Comments like this motivate us to keep writing more and more

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