A little lively, a bit talkative and careless,
I used to be, she rasped.
“Why so silent now?”
The silence replied, words dismissed.
“Weren’t you always like this?” a voiced hissed,
For others maybe, she answered.
“Am I so silent? Is it irritating?” I hesitated.
A smile graced the 8-year-old's lips, pure and secure.
"No," she whispered, a beacon of innocence and grace,
“Silent or talkative, be yourself and live it”
She vanished, a fleeting wisp in time's storm.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I might have changed a little. A little more reserved, a little more silent but truly I am still that little anxious kid.
- Category: Fable
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Aren't we all Meera? There's a little part of that 8 year old in all of us. Very well penned. 😉👍
I completely agree AP. Thank you so much😊
Meera
Your word choices are excellent
The last line in particular is very impressive
Thoroughly enjoyed this one
Loud and clear
Thank you so much Peto😊
I love this! The dialogue with your younger self was a nice touch. The ending's message about embracing your true self was powerful. Great job!
Thank you so much Cloie, Glad u liked it😊
“Silent or talkative, be yourself and live it”, yes and don't think about what others want you to be.
Indeed rhmn_7 Thank you so much for taking your time to read the poem😊
Beautiful. Vulnerable and real. I love it.
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