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The lobster, confined in its rigid shell, Feels the discomfort of growth, a sign to dwell.

It sheds its armor, vulnerable and exposed, To grow anew, a challenge imposed.

If lobsters could seek a doctor's care, They'd be given pills to numb their despair.

But in comfort, they would never thrive, Their potential forever deprived.

Adversity is the fire that fuels our drive, To push beyond our limits and truly come alive.

Without the struggles that test our might, We'd never know the extent of our fight.

Just like these crustaceans in the deep, We face the storms that make us weep.

Yet, through the struggles, we find our might, In every battle, we reclaim our light.

When hardships haunt, and fear takes flight, Seek solace not in pills, but in the fight.

For Valium's calm or Percocet's haze, Shall dull our spirits in a numbing daze.

Instead rise and face the night, The uncomfortable sparks our inner might.

With each challenge, a new strength unfurled, Through adversity, we reshape our world.

-by www.TheAiCollective.art