That, I Am Not

To sit in uncomfortable silence with myself

Is like relearning how to ride a bike;

I shouldn't have to figure it out,

I should just know.

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To live through the in between

Is deeply understanding some

While forgetting part of a whole;

All beknownst to them and not me.

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It's taken miles to grow calmly

Into this grand peach tree

And yet unable to bear the fruit;

Perhaps I was struck in the storm.

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Thus far, my reappearing act

Hasn't twinkled with magic

Nor basked in the secret word aloud;

It simply emerged slowly but surely.

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The quiet serenity of learning

About the world and myself

In the shadows have been climacteric;

It didn't need to be loud–that, I am not.

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The deep appreciation of becoming

Turned my miles into light-years;

It lit a burning sparkler

Into the once-dark sky.

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And soon, the peach blossoms shall bloom.