A Monologue of the Heart
A chance to speak the thoughts we hold within, to share the feelings we keep hidden.
A monologue, a soliloquy,
A one-sided conversation, oh so free.
A chance to speak the thoughts we hold within,
To share the feelings we keep hidden.
A monologue, a chance to be heard,
To let our deepest selves be stirred.
A moment to be raw and true,
To reveal the me and the you.
A monologue, a tale of woe,
Of hope and triumph, or love's ebb and flow.
A time to speak, a time to listen,
To reflect upon the weight of decision.
A monologue, a time to be bold,
To break the silence, to speak up, to be told.
A chance to be seen, to be known,
To share our story, our struggles, and our own.
A monologue, a journey through the mind,
A chance to leave the past behind,
A chance to find the truth within,
A chance to speak and be heard again.
About the Creator
Ewuranna Smith-Quayson
I create stories in my head all day about major things and really simple things; from things i learn and see and from things I experience.
I'm here to share all those stories with you😄
Walk with me 😉
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