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Some days you are a puddle
barely rippling
in the steady breeze,
broken on the edges
where cracks took you away.
These times you will feel defeated,
smaller than the rest
and no matter what you do
it will not make a splash.
Some days you are a stream,
light water and heavy consciousness
breaking through softly padded woods
that mean nothing in the moment.
In this see beauty,
challenging the openness of error,
believe in your own ability
to be change.
Some days you are the ocean,
tremendous and holy
bigger than before,
but somehow suffocating
under the broadening expectations
of your predecessors.
Even then,
send waves,
disrupt the shores
with your voice
and release power with every breath.
There will be days you are a puddle,
but even on those days
you are so much more.
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