Flawed like a diamond
Lucky thirteen is my faith
Devoid of all thought
Tender is my brain
Let me share a few haikus
Simmer, boil, and torch
Fried tendons so ache
But the soul, even more so
Where’s the aloe vera
Tick, tick, Tick and go
No one waits for clarity
Run, run, run and fight
Too tired to wake up
Strap on and ride the subway
Heading north maybe
The journey has been
It will be an end perhaps
Be rooted or mired
Categories: identity, Leadership, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
Dear Mimi,
Well done! I would like to resonate with your new poem by extending your last line “Be rooted or mired” as follows:
Be brave
Be bold
Be beautiful
Be you
Wishing you a productive week doing or enjoying whatever that satisfies you the most!
Yours sincerely,SoundEagle
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Feather
iN A Breeze
Wastes No Leaves
Be
Wind
Be
Tree Breathe
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