Within me
lies a well
as deep as the soul of a garden,
leading to the sea.
Fed by the tears of my past;
I can command any light—
or any darkness—
to journey
through my chest,
flow within my veins,
caress my hair,
rest upon my skin,
and return—again and again—
bearing the sweet melody of dawn’s birds
and the chiaroscuro of daybreak
down into my deep well.
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Author:
Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 27th, 2026 17:07
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A poem that shouts control over all parts of one's being. Nicely done
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A deeply evocative poem. The image of the inner well, fed by past tears and connected to the sea, beautifully captures the way memory, sorrow, light, and hope can flow through us and return transformed.
I thank you very much for such a beautiful analysis of the poem.
Thank you very much for your kind words. It was a pleasure to reflect on your beautiful poem.
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