Poetry: We Are

We are dry leaves

struggling to survive

we stop, we admire,

we are stopped by malicious glares.

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We stumble walking in worn shoes,

allowing pressure to push us down

we cannot stop, we want to,

we are silenced by the voice of aggressors.

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We escape from their clannish,

but we turn and stare, and listen

we retract from our initial thoughts

we are crushed by their vile.

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We read our own phrases,

to remind us of our true faces

we think of when we’ll end

but until then, we can embrace our fulfilment.

 

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