Grit

In quest of who I am,
afloat, tide hit I land
inside you , and as
two strangers
locked in bitter battle
we break each other
until irritation
wound oozes
a flow of nacre
that melt solder
us both in one
as if we trade
unconsciously
our shape
free of 'I' and 'we'
my other self
to become
who we really are-
soul made pearl
of truth.





Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2026-05-04 at 02:15

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Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2026-05-11


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Dayum that last couplet: soul made pearl/of truth

so good it can go toe to toe in any anthology fr
2026-05-07


Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
I had to look up some words which is good. Wonderful imagery! Well done!
2026-05-04