Reach
Poetry! My pride, my joy, my only form
Of reaching out into the dark, dank place
That is our world. It is my emotional storm,
Helping me see the gray face
Caught in between the black and white
Figures in our society. Different cultures,
Different thinking, become a shining light
In this grand, beautiful, magestic sculpture
Called poetry. How is it that some people find
Common ground while many remain blind?
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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