A Letter to the Me Inside

It breaks not when it falls

To the unknown, it calls


Its shine is pale and mute

Still an unripe fruit


A diamond, unshaped

Formless and ashamed


Her light slumbers

So she knows not its wonders


She is a desert flower

Oblivious of her power


Made to think she‘s dull

When in truth she‘s not at all


Sometimes she forgets

How alive she‘s inside, frets


That her light is not enough

And she‘s hungry for love


But I will always be there

To remind her, to care


Beacause she

Is me


Look with your eyes, and you‘ll see

There‘s so much more that you can be


Don‘t wait until others find

How beautiful you are inside


For a diamond in the rough

Is not where it stops


Make your own shape

And call it your fate

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