The Uncommon Finds Its Place

A haiku poem on daring to be different and breaking the mold.

By Naya LizardoPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Christophe Maertens on Unsplash

Rip the box apart

Unleashing what is inside

Rebel with a heart

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Go unlock the door

The uncommon finds its place

Wonders to explore

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Rip the box open

Be the one to break the mold

Find what lies in wait

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Go against the grain

Stepping away from the tools

That choke and restrain

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Naya Lizardo

Travel addict, writer, knowledge enthusiast and poetry dabbler. I write about relationships, mental health, and social issues.

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Lindsey McNairabout a year ago
Beautiful, creative, and internally inspiring.

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A haiku poem on daring to be different and breaking the mold.

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Naya Lizardo

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