Hey, You
(a poem)
Hey,
you;
Yeah,
you.
The one
sitting over there.
The one
standing alone.
The one
lost in thought.
The one
feeling insecure.
Listen.
No,
not to the noise,
not to the lies,
not to the thoughts
that clutter your brain;
that distract you;
that make you anxious.
Listen
deeper;
listen
way down deep
to the rhythm of
the universe
that says,
"You are
beautiful;"
"You are
magnificent;"
"You are
necessary;"
"You are
perfectly
you."
Hey,
you.
Yeah,
you.
- bshivers
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