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The Many Shades of Serenity.

They call me many names. They scold me like I am a slave. But they never knew, they never will. That deep inside they kill me every day. Every other day I gather the pieces. To rise and shine like the sun,. Over the tears that begin with the night. But I am not the one to fall, not the one to give up;. As I see the sun rise again through the window,. I start searching for the pieces to join again.

A personal collection of poems written extemporaneously. Always on my mind,. She paces herself well,. For she races against time,. She can run a marathon,. One could call it life,. She lives each breath,. As she runs swiftly,. One step at a time,. She runs with passion,. A rhythm in each stride,. Her heartbeats are the music,. To watch her feet dance,. Like a cheetah in pursuit,. A predator on the hunt,. She runs like the wind,.