In shadows deep, where silence grows, I dwell alone, no one to know why every scar keeps singing loud, a hymn of hurt, yet oddly proud. Darkness isn't exile here-- it's candlewick, it's atmosphere. I breathe it, braiding night to skin, so when the light leans back in... I'll meet it halfway. Not afraid. Not fixed, just fluent in the shade.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just when I am in my mind working things out.
- Category: Reflection
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This poem speaks so much in so few words. Each word carefully selected to reflect a nuance of meaning. Loved it a fave
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