Behind The Silence

Once, there was an author

Wrote of what he fought for

Exceptional essays of dreams

Wrote away his life, though his stories not what they seem

It’s easy to speak

Even for the weak

But actions define who we are

Not destined to shine, yet he was a star

Slowly fading away into the night

Not a glimmer or spark in sight

Too simple just to take the back seat

Act for your hope, only in discrete

Hollow words strung together, searching for a meaning they won’t find

Weaving an enchanting tale of moving forward, when you’re left behind

Take a step back, look into the shattered mirror

Different perspectives making the image clearer

Each day the same fraud seems to stare back

Serving as a reminder of everything I lack

Fighting because it’s who I am, though I’m still struggling to search for myself

Hidden behind Silence, whose emptiness tells us so much more

Secret stories of our forgotten past, retelling of an internal war

Is the true reason we’re afraid of what hides in the dark

Because we don’t want to see what may be there after all?

As the shadows creep ever closer, forced to let out a call

Silence answers, telling us what we truly are

Will we vanish in the night, or become glowing stars?