A hidden power that I sense
Its presence strong, it won't dispense.
Youthful hopes crushed by duties calls,
Suppressed by fear, my intuition falls.
Bravery's fruit, but in vain,
Skepticism's arrow strikes again.
Yet still it rises, like the tide,
Defying forces, it won't subside.
Vulnerability births a new way,
Desperation leads me to pray.
Though shadows linger in my mind,
The truth is there, of that I'm blind.
7/4/2021
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