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A rock—existing
weathering the storms of life
too tired to go on.
Can you hear me, God?
Tears have flowed like rain for you;
heal this raging storm.
Breathe in; breathe out—sigh
whispered voices in the night
Who am I, I wonder.
A flash of passion
burning hot—oh!—burning bright
dies before it lived.
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About the Creator
Kayla Maneen
Truthseeker. Storyteller. Heroine of my own adventure. I’m a study of contrasts—an ouroboros eating her own darkness to spit out the light. Pain and hope exist within us, reflected in our stories. Read a few that I’ve created for you.
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