By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level: 1
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Blank…that’s all I see
I’m staring but my sight has been zipped into a space only consciousness knows
My stare is as straight as the ruler that measures the shape of my worries bouncing off the geometric walls of thoughts
I become one with my thoughts, a prism, gliding through the planes of life trying to find a balance
Balance…that word
I see it as the center where everything holds…before it tips over
Where gravitational forces of uncertainty are exerted on the normal forces of willpower
Before the weights of power is felt on the heels of defeat
But palpable fear becomes the heartbeat of zeal
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