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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