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In the storm

I snapped.

Like an inflexible branch

in the chaos,

in the storm.


What was born?


Falling apart,

losing control

like a bird.

I broke a hundred times.


I broke into rubble-

feathers and wood chips.

Bones.


I survived.


What was born?

Maybe I'm flexible now.


-Navya

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