Society is a river,
flowing with voices,
some rising into laws,
etched in stone,
while others are cast away,
their whispers turned away.
But before the river,
before the voices,
before the rules that bind and break,
there was just one,
one soul, one breath,
one heartbeat in the quiet.
So why shape yourself to fit its tides,
why chase the echoes of changing winds?
Live not for a world that bends and shifts,
but for the fire within your soul.
Be that voice,
That speaks its truth.
Shine your light,
No permission needed.
And who knows?
Maybe your whispers,
soft as they seem,
One day will rise.
Whispers to voices,
bold and strong.
Tales of your truth,
etched into stone,
woven into the fabric of time.
And like those before you,
your name never forgotten.
About the Creator
Peace Oputa
I am a Multilingual wordsmith, weaving my joys, wounds, and transformations into words. My writing mirrors my seasons, restless storms, quiet healing, fleeting laughter, and deep longing. sometimes light, sometimes heavy, but always real.
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This was extremely powerful! Loved your poem!
#### English Translation A very deep poem that only deserves congratulations. You speak to my soul with this poem, which is a testament of the spirit and a serious depiction of a genuine heart with a clear mind that weighs the world and its psychology rightly.☀️💙