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Prism
My mind is a prism.
Ridges of plexiglass.
Angles with multiple hues varying on where the light hits.
Some angles have no light hitting them at all.
But it doesn’t mean that those are less appealing.
Just more challenging to interpret.
We often overlook the shadows in our mind.
Giving them no credit for leading us to the transformative colors on the other side.
It is within life’s deepest complexities that the soul unearths its rarest treasures.
So why wait to unearth yours?
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Juliana Brakha
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