boy, hiding where, long enough;
guarded in heart and thought,
left scarce a clue and when you do
lead to elsewhere; screening those
eyes that seek to spy on you; boy
one day, when all lay at your feet
they shall realise you had no real
privilege, special or otherwise
you were and are just like every
other creature that ever breathed
and this world is as it is, after all--
you learn to hide & dodge & roll
each bruise, each strike, each scar
are silent witnesses to journeys far;
be still; envy is no friend of yours
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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A somber write my friend is has a lonely feel and seems painted in sepia and grey. From gay colors it fades into dim reminders that one is worth no more than any other and we are all grains of sand on a large beach. Very nice Cryptic and a fave
Well said. Your poem explores the themes of identity, vulnerability, and the universal struggle for self-acceptance. It reflects on the experience of feeling hidden or unrecognized in a world that often overlooks individual struggles and emotions.
Good write A.
Arqios, this is quiet wisdom shaped by impact. From hiding and deflection to the acceptance of being simply human, the poem never postures. It just bears witness…and that stillness at the end feels like survival, not surrender. Strong work, dearest friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Some go through their life being privileged, some get found out.
One thing is for certain, they all go the same way, even if the headstone is bigger.,
Now that’s the irrefutable truth! 🪦💀🕊️🙏🏻
Emotive words Rik.
Andy
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