I wear many masks, a chameleon's guise
Each one a chapter, a story in my eyes
But I hold tight to the truth I know
A path unwinding, where my heart can grow
In the mirror's gaze, I search for my face
A journey inward, a sacred space
Where shadows whisper, and light unfurls
I find my voice, my pulse, my whirling worlds
Your truth may differ, and that's okay
We walk alone, in our own skin, night and day
But when I claim mine, I shine so bright
A starburst of self, in the dark of night
The masks will fall, the roles will fade
But the essence remains, the core I've made
A mosaic of flaws, of trials and wins
A symphony of me, where love and truth entwine
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Author:
Nicole Pritchard (
Offline) - Published: December 30th, 2025 16:39
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Comments1
A poetic search for self and being. Nicely done
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