Searching outside for sparks of light,

try to transform wrongs into rights.

I give advice along with hugs,

yet deep inside the void still tugs.

Touching my mind like symphonies,

my heartstrings play a melody,

the sounds I hear distract my brain,

an endless tune fills me with gain.

Meeting myself, grasp self control.

I talk in silence to my soul,

deep down inside feels warm and bright,

high hopes embrace a flying kite.

Setting both feet on solid ground,

bask in clear truths that have been found,

Now those I meet have mirrored eyes,

reflect the gifts buried inside.

By Grace Reddy

From: United States

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