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Misfit
February 20, 2021
My genuine identity, I’m still searching.
Not quite sure of the destination I’m fighting for,
As I witness peers congregating into groups, my
Heart pounds uncertainty into my blood.
My essence shattered like glass, our
Relationship becomes an unfortunate momentary
Memory, struggling as I strive to grasp
What I have yet to discover, as even humanity was
Slow to explore the universe, a
Peaceful melody, voices in harmony.
My angel of guidance still singing.
© Serena P., San Jose, California
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The last word at the end of each line follows a quote from "A Candle" by harry Parks, "Searching for my blood, our momentary grasp was a harmony singing”