Seasons of Stillness and Suffering

My physical body aches
Terribly as it resonates through my bones like a chord plucked on worn acoustic guitar strings
I beg for the release of the metallic chains of my inability to see beyond the depths of my own soul

And find clarity in front of me
It's not like it isn't feasible the task never too small
As I've empowered myself to embrace the most hellish haphazard nightmares
In the most paralyzing of possesions

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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Anika Rashid

Awesome

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