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2023 Poetry Contest
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Resting ‘neath the dirt drowning in my pain,
One lone root my freedom I can gain.
I stretch, I reach I must rise above,
I need sunlight. I need love.
It struggles to reach the sun,
Gnarling, twisted, dirty by design
Perhaps my vision is warped by soft scooped eyes.
To it, its branches might be bright and willowy arms
Stretching out to touch a warm gossamer GOD.
She touched the hugging trees and magically transformed into a love Goddess.
Rise is there.
Who is dare ?!
But what I'll gain?!
And just down.
Many shine in the top.
Be yourself. Don't be a clown.
Who can hop?!
Maybe you drop.
But don't be in a grief.
Who can hold me in my falling?!
Roots are there always calling.
Our roots our stability.
Hold on this is the only way for eternity.
Who doesn't have a past will not have a future.
And experience makes strong creature.
Be proud of your roots.
Difference is a rule.
Accept don't be rude.
Dreams are gleaming.
Chase them it's your own meaning.
Happy to dare.
To be there.
In the land of success.
Put in your mind your land your real cover, and dress.
Grateful, and bold.
Who always remembers! old is gold.