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Broken fragments wandering in space, A hundred million could be its place. Each broken part fleeing helter-skelter; With no hopes of falling under the same shelter. Suddenly hit by a gust of charge - Do they form into a rock so large? Or is it just a disguised scourge? Herein lies the uncertainty, Not only in these fragments but also in you. In you, with your fright it grows - And seeds of doubt it sows. At this time you seek refuge; As your mind is hit by the worst deluge. Then you hear a voice inside your head, "Stop this qualm" it plead. T'was then you understood, That this only shook the ground you stood. Now you stand mighty high, not because you're free of doubt, But because you work it inside-out. Date : 08-Oct-2019 For "Give Me Your Best New Poem Poetry Contest" sponsored by Emile Pinet

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