A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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Were you ever a falling star?

You walk about as if the ground pulls you down,

As if the very earth beneath you seeks to make you fall.

Yet in spite of this constant struggle

Your light is bright

And you give hope to those who’ve known you.

You make it seem as if this battle,

One you may very well lose in the end,

Is a graceful descent and display of your beauty.

A journey rather than a fall,

Not really a battle after all.

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