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Floating in the midst...
between candy-cotton clouds
and dark dense fog
The irony; the contradiction
So sweet, so innocent
as she remembers, long ago...
hardened by a cruel world,
someone she shouldn't have become
Unrecognisable
The radar - picking up signals
that could be easily overlooked...
Always looking for the best in people
only to be disappointed once more...
The Ugliness, in humanity.
Cajoled, torn, weather-worn
as an oyster secretes armour
to become the pearl,
and black carbon
under extreme heat and pressure
when manipulated,
sparkles as a diamond.
Should she thank them?
For in her darkest hours -
just when she needed them most
she stood alone - as it had always been
in desolation, beyond desperation
suffering in the realms of silence,
and those that will never know...
D.C.M
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Mutant. 25+
Great poem🖤
Thank you so much! :)
by Clara of Spacehaze; ; Report