Oyster
We go back in circles the speck and I ,neveronce reaching our goal, until
the refuge I find is in the knowing
that what I took for an intruder
who sneaked in my life, through opening
of which I know nothing. is
my self essence, hitherto ignored
as I kept polishing my shell, mistaking
it for who I am
and realized we are each other's
missing link, but then through
recognition
are again united and made me what I am now-
a pearl.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
Written on 2025-11-19 at 04:39
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