Alation

You are

You are not what you look like, 

You are not what you seek. 

You are not what the world sees

While you fell to your knees. 

You are not the mark on your thigh, 

Neither the chip in your teeth. 

You are not the colour of your hair

Nor the pimple on your cheek. 

You're the mismatched socks you wear

And your favourite jeans. 

You are the music you listen to

And your beloved band. 

You are the art you make 

And the colour of your soul. 

You are your favourite memory

And the passion of yore. 

You are a wildflower 

In the valley of fire. 

You are a burning star

And your every desire. 

You are solace and you are pain

You are the blood in your very veins.

You are life and you are death, 

You're a mighty warrior's last breath. 

You are not what you look like, 

You're instead what you love. 

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Hello folks! 

Been so long, how is everyone? 

I felt like a free-verse poetry today and hence happened "You are." This one is dedicated to all of you, my lovely and resilient readers. 

Would love to hear your thoughts, as always. 

Cheers to your spirit! 

Much love, 

Zoya!