In the quiet chambers of my soul,
Where authenticity takes its toll,
I weave a tapestry, uniquely mine,
A symphony of colors, a dance in time.
I choose to be myself, unapologetic and true,
Embracing flaws, a canvas ever anew.
In the mirror of existence, I see,
A reflection of a spirit wild and free.
No mask to wear, no pretense to bear,
I am the melody, the rhythm in the air.
In the poetry of life, my verses unfold,
A narrative of courage, a story untold.
I am not confined by societal norms,
Breaking chains, embracing storms.
Each step I take, a declaration,
Of self-love, a bold celebration.
Through valleys of doubt and mountains of fear,
I find my essence, crystal clear.
For in being myself, I find the key,
To unlock the door of authenticity.
Let the world witness this unique rendition,
An ode to the beauty of self-permission.
I am the author, the protagonist, the rhyme,
In the grand epic of being myself, for all time.
- Author: Dev parth (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 2nd, 2024 19:47
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
Comments1
No mask to wear, no pretense to bear
I like the way this sounds
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