I am the silence in a roaring crowd,
The solitude in company so loud.
A heart that's both broken and whole,
A wandering mind, yet a focused soul.
I'm the calm in the eye of a storm,
The warmth in a snowflake, uniquely formed.
A canvas blank, yet vividly painted,
A spirit free, yet somehow tainted.
I'm the strength in a moment of fear,
The clarity when nothing seems clear.
A seeker of truth who loves a good lie,
The laughter in grief, the tears in joy's eye.
I'm the simplicity in complexity's weave,
The skepticism that wants to believe.
A lover of peace that fights inner wars,
A tapestry of tales, each thread a memoir.
I'm the shadow that seeks the sun's embrace,
The runner who longs for a slower pace.
A symphony silent, awaiting its note,
A boat that's anchored, yet dreams to float.
I am a collection of paradoxes, it's true,
A universe within, ever-changing and new.
An enigma wrapped in the commonplace,
A timeless dance in life's fleeting race.
-Atieno
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