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“Extraordinary”
A Poem
Maybe extraordinary
Isn't the opposite
Of ordinary
Maybe extraordinary
Is what happens
When the ordinary
Reveals what else
It can become
Because ordinary
Has its own place
Its own beauty
Its own rhythm
Its own beginning
You don't know
The potential
Of something
While it is still
Becoming
You don't know
What a voice can carry
Until it has something
To say
You don't know
What a thought can become
Until someone
Gives it room
You don't know
What a feeling can create
Until someone
Feels it deeply enough
To bring it forward
And sometimes
That's where
The extraordinary lives







