The Missing Piece

Through the fog of doubt
And the yearning for peace
A sentient struggle
For the strong and weak

Lest we discover
A strength within
The colors of seven
Dim the chagrin

In the midst of crossroads
And the haze of insecurity
A beacon of truth
Helps to fill the impurity

The muck and mire
In a self of pity
Blooms the flower
Of self-found integrity

It shouts in a whisper
“I am here within you”
And cinches down into the soul
As the missing hue

Search far and wide
Search high and low
Turn inside
To disparage the shadow


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