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When the time comes we must ask ourselves,
Are we really okay?
For when you are your own bully
irrational fears become rational
We become analysts,
hypersensitive of every meager detail
Because the slightest misstep
can cause an avalanche of decimation
“Can’t you hear the violence?”
Right, it’s only in our own brain
We laugh it off
They turn a blind eye
But when our ears are straining once again,
and this time,
there’s no one to turn to
Don’t turn a deaf ear
but experience the aura
radiating out of our body
Once flooded with a thick mess of beige string
they begin to glow a golden gleam
With no hesitation, they flow
like a million meandering rivers
We can never truly escape our own mind
but we always have the freedom to unwind
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In the style of “The Hill We Climb” by Amanda Gorman.
I thought this poem was very thoughtful and genuine. The poem was easy to connect to and the emotions were described perfectly.