Beneath the veil of everyday guise,
Lies a truth we seldom recognize,
In the quiet, shadows fade,
Our true selves are gently laid.
Stripped of pretense, the layers fall,
Revealing the heart's most tender call,
In the open, bare and clear,
The soul stands exposed, sincere.
What we hide in the dark of night,
Comes to light in the purest sight,
In vulnerability, strength is found,
Is to embrace what’s meant to be,
For in the honesty of being shown,
We find our truest selves, alone.
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Abbas
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What the Night Remembers — Uncovering secrets buried by daylight
The lamp on Marcus's nightstand has been on for three hours. It's 11:47 PM, and he hasn't moved from the bed. The envelope sits on the dresser across the room, Sarah's handwriting still crisp on the front: Read this when you're ready. Not before. She'd left it six months ago, back when leaving still felt impossible. Back when they were still negotiating the geometry of their collapse.
By Anie Liban5 days ago in Poets
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What a poignant, profound poem. Your rhyme scheme is amazing, which is sometimes hard to do. Well done.