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Minda Duck Poem
I am so glad I am alive
To feel the soft touch of breeze
To listen to the vibrancy of vocal sounds
To wave my body in joy as instinct calls
Even in a confined space of my own
Gratitude holds to still breath
Knowing the heart that beats so profoundly
Feeling the thoughts and inspiration run down my spine
Moisture my soul with creativity
Watching the stories of magical figures
How their life resembles the summer fireworks
Short but glamorous
I'm so glad I’m alive
every pore calling out for joy
Breathing the air sucking in the pure happiness
Oh everything is so wonderfully written
The sadness and the rough overly complicated feelings
Leaving my chest and every chamber of my body
The unprocessed desire and passion to wave and dance as the
Music vibrates in the air.
Oh sweet life
Death, pain, and everything of torture
Oh no I don't regret
Just happy I'm still alive.
Copyright © Minda Duck | Year Posted 2021
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Minda Duck Poem
My heart is not made of steel,
it shatters at the touch of trauma,
and cries at the sight of isolation.
My brain is not filled with wisdom,
my words are not smooth like the spring river,
my temper reminds me of the hot summer.
I am not a man of gold,
as I waste my time in silence,
watching the laughing faces talk.
But life is as imperfect as the moon,
half-empty and half-full.
To the greatest wreckage of a human being,
here I sing,
the way they grow with failures and pain.
They drop, they scream, they yell.
They get up against every odds.
We might be the weakest creature of them all,
but there is strength and courage behind every fall.
Copyright © Minda Duck | Year Posted 2021
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