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    The poem expresses feelings of being lost, unsure of oneself, and imperfect. The speaker sees their blurred reflection and feels still trapped by past mistakes and inner turmoil. They find temporary escape and clarity through faith, no longer ruled by fear but instead adhering only to Christ and his grace.

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    The poem expresses feelings of being lost, unsure of oneself, and imperfect. The speaker sees their blurred reflection and feels still trapped by past mistakes and inner turmoil. They find temporary escape and clarity through faith, no longer ruled by fear but instead adhering only to Christ and his grace.

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    CRUZ, Jemima D. 12 HUMSS-Masining

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    The poem expresses feelings of being lost, unsure of oneself, and imperfect. The speaker sees their blurred reflection and feels still trapped by past mistakes and inner turmoil. They find temporary escape and clarity through faith, no longer ruled by fear but instead adhering only to Christ and his grace.

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    I AM

    I thought I was done being lost


    I thought freedom was my last pause
    I looked at my blurred reflection
    Saw that I’m still in detention

    Everyone’s stuck in one person


    I am definitely unsure
    I hope for another version
    One that is absolutely pure

    Most people say that I’m pretty


    Yet I owe myself some pity
    They don’t know I’m no way perfect
    My morale is a total wreck

    Fog has built up on my glasses


    From the steaming cup of coffee
    Cannot clearly see who passes
    Not knowing what is meant to be

    Depression — a tough enemy


    A ceaseless battle with myself
    Jailed in the anxiety scene
    Exact location where I’ve been

    Directing me to my escape
    God led me to His sublime grace
    CRUZ, Jemima D.
    No longer enraptured by fear
    12 HUMSS-Masining
    In Christ only I must adhere

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