People are like glowsticks.
When we first come out of our plastic wrap,
And emerge from our homes,
We are amazed by what we see.
Then we are broken.
Snapped in two, or three, or four, maybe even five.
We must learn to shake it off and accept that we were broken.
Because people, like glowsticks,
Need to be broken a few times in order to reach their full potential.
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Short Stories, Poems, And Big Ideas
SpiritüelA medley of short stories I've written, probably from online prompts, poems I've written, and concepts that will make you question everything and anything. All darkness you see is in your mind, as is all the light; which will you decide to make more...
