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The Power

The power that I harbour is something common and has prevailed 
It's the power to wield a pen and write those thoughts that sail,
But nothing comes free in life
So here's the tale about my sacrifice
The room was the place I hid in vain
Hoping it could help me shelter my pain,
My family had other dreams 
Ones that failed to hear my deafening screams,
They always wanted me to be something but myself,
And writing was something that gave me a way to rebel,
I knew I never wanted to be a doctor then and there 
But even then I couldn't tell them that what they were doing was not fair,
I beared the load and struggled to mould
But by the end my soul was left completely cold,
And that's when I again chose to write
My words were what helped me put up a fight,
And that's when they learnt that writing is a big part of my life
And that now I would do anything for it made me feel alive,
It was then that I learnt a small chapter of my life 
That my pursuit to write had paved the way 
To acquire something that had always been out of sight,
And that my friend was the power to fight.
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'My Superpower'

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