Who I am
Who can know
In the midst of the ephah
Or where the truth flows
The audience is always near although they never seem to hear
What is wrong
Who is right
Truth Whispers
Hear the voices
Who I am
Is all about choices
I see we know
Written in the inward parts
On the battle field of the mind
The victory's in the heart.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
It is hard to be heard above the din of the crowd. A wonderful write
Your quick out of the blocks!
Thanks again x
Most welcome
Reading this felt like tracing my own wrestlings…the battlefield of the mind, the choice to hold on, the hope that victory lives inside. You’ve named that tension clearly. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Well done!
This poem elegantly captures the journey of self-awareness and the moral weight of choices. Nicely written.
Erm, who are ya? You can tell I didn't read the poem properly. lol.
God knows!
You might be 2782 by now. lol.
it is the inner self which truly knows and recognizes what is, and what's worth knowing - a good write
Got it!
great!
have a good week ahead
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