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Stealthy Labyrinth
A Labyrinth of life and living
Flies by with the passing minutes,
Striving to leave imprints,
That are positive in their fleetingFlight, that they can’t be bound.
Imprisoned by labels, categories,
Races, and groups that astound
In their versatility, but not humanities.I’ve lived in this labyrinth of life,
Where negativity was the succor
Given by some of my entourage, that’s rife
With jealousy, bias, and is a bereaver.They suck out the optimism and
Joy of life out of each stupendous second,
That you fear drowing in the labyrinth
Of fiery destruction that steals your breath.Instead, let the minutia of the labyrinth
Turn into an adventurous life in stealth.©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
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Your poem captures the nature of life’s difficulties and the struggle to find positivity during the confusion. The metaphor of the labyrinth is very effective in conveying the sense of being lost.
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