A fire once roared beneath my chest,
Untamed, wild—fierce unrest.
Yet now it waits in measured calm,
A prisoner within my palm.
Embers flicker, whispers fade,
Bound by walls that fear has made.
I feel the heat, yet speak no word,
A voice subdued, a cry unheard.
Not numb, not void, but held in place,
A storm confined in silent space.
A breath unbroken, a step restrained,
A soul too tempered, too well-trained.
The world sees quiet, poised and still,
It does not glimpse the smothered will.
For in my heart, the flames still weave,
Though trapped in cold—I cannot leave.
Perhaps one day, these walls will break,
The flame released, the echoes quake.
But for now, the balance stays,
A captive fire, a muted blaze.
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Author:
The Inner Lens (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It is incredible how much rebuilding the core of who you are can change everything. When the foundation is steady again, things that once felt impossible suddenly seem within reach. You start to feel stronger, more grounded—like you can finally breathe again. But slowly, piece by piece, I realized that survival isn’t the same as living. That fear—while once necessary—had built walls around me that no longer served a purpose. The door that once kept me safe had become a prison, and the version of myself I had buried beneath it was waiting, desperate to breathe again. At first, even the thought of unlocking it felt impossible. The weight of old habits, the comfort of staying guarded—it all convinced me that change was too risky. But something inside me refused to stay silent. The foundation that had been cracked, the pieces of myself I thought were lost, were still there. They just needed patience. They needed care. They needed me to believe in the possibility of restoration. And so, little by little, I started to rebuild. I let myself feel. I let myself trust—not all at once, but in moments, in small victories that reminded me that I was more than just survival. I was strong, even in softness. I was resilient, even in vulnerability. And with each step forward, the door that had once kept me contained slowly creaked open, letting me consider everything I had been waiting to become. I thank God Almighty, the Great I AM for allowing me to meet my Wife! She has been the greatest gift I have ever received!
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Comments1
A poem of strength that is powerful in its message. Well written with good rhyme and flow it stands like a rock in a storm
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