A solitary figure
Stepping through the door,
Footsteps echoing in the vast, empty hallway.
The world watches in silence,
A clock ticking in the distance,
Each second heavy with significance.
In a room full of ghosts
And unsaid words,
You plant your feet on the creaky floorboards.
There is courage in your breath,
Each inhale a rebellion,
Each exhale an act of survival.
The chairs whisper stories,
The curtains conceal the past,
Yet, here you are, stark as a naked lightbulb.
A subtle defiance,
A shadow crossing the threshold,
Daring the day to begin.
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Author:
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Comments1
Powerful work.
Thanks I always appreciate your feedback
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