Like an ocean, my feelings expand.
Sometimes it hides, sometimes it's flagrant.
Though it may look calm,
there's always a storm to come.
And with no alarms,
i'm already knocked down on your arms.
Then i ask myself why and how,
but i only get confused thoughts for now.
Stupidity will be my legacy,
so other people can learn from my ignorance.
I speak frankly, with my heart...
Keep on fighting; Make it worth the living.
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Author:
Snowflake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2026 00:11
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Welcome to MPS. This poem in its innocence makes oneself a sacrifice for the benefit of others. A lovely write that carries with it in its wording a feeling of childlike acceptance. It is strong in its weakness. Lovely
thank you 🥺
Most welcome
Well done!
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