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I'm the stone that won't skip,
The bud that can't bloom,
The caterpillar trapped,
In an inescapable cocoon,

The puzzle piece that can't fit,
The fire that won't burn,
Mistake after mistake,
Lessons I'm unable to learn,

The seed that won't grow,
The bird that can't fly,
The wound that can't heal,
The pain that won't die,

The clock that can't move,
The future that won't wait,
The past that won't rest,
Time that will not abate,

The candle that can't light,
The shadow that won't rest,
A soul filled with chaos,
and words unexpressed,

In missed beats i find rhythm,
In shattered dreams, a new start,
Though broken, I'm no victim,
For in my scars, I find my heart,

For it's in these struggles of life,
are our character's defined,
In the darkest of moments,
Our truest selves are outlined,

I may be the stone that sinks,
The bud that stays closed,
But within this cage,
this poem composed,

In these lines, a story told,
Imperfections and flaws, underlined and bold,
For within this mess, a tale of hope,
of a love's resilience and its strength to cope.