Water flows
through never seems to tire.
Trees stand tall
bending in the winds.
Flowers keep blooming
with the rains and sun.
Rocks remain stable
holding onto the ground.
And yet I cry
when get too tired;
try to escape
when crowds arrive;
keep to myself
to maintain composure;
run from energy
that drains my soul;
write so
I don't explode.
Napua O'lokelani
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