Thirty-Two – December 5, 2019

I am not the fragile snowflake

That melts upon contact

With something slightly above

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I am the intricate weaving

Under closer inspection

A piece of life that regurgitates beauty

In every aspect of its being

Misunderstood or commended

For the strength held within

I will be seen

By those who are looking

I am not the same,

Don’t expect me to be.