In between pressed pages
Of bitter sheets
Shimmers a flower
I once pressed
Today a brother (Marvin) said to me
I am blessed by my pain
Inside I'm shy
But I am destined
To share rhymes because we
Poets reflect the Divine
And even though none of we
Are perfect by design
We shine with brilliant light
Every time we bless the mic
Wisdom is gained
In every fallen tear
Years of pain
Can wear a soul down
Or it can allow
New pathways
For the waters of Life to flow
Sewing seeds for tomorrow
our Sorrow reminds us
What is worth fighting for
And what we must let go
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