Falling from Grace
I once walked proud with my head held high
my words were silk my heart was steady
the world bowed kindly as I passed by
and every step felt calm and ready
Now shadows whisper where light once grew
the air turns cold and the ground unsteady
trust fades away like a ship from view
and I am not the one I used to be
The faces I knew have turned their eyes
their smiles are gone their hands withdrawn
they speak in murmurs dressed in lies
and I stand alone to greet the dawn
The mirror shows what I cannot hide
the wear the scars the lines of time
the way my dreams have curled inside
and left me silent without rhyme
No crown remains upon my brow
no place where I may rest my name
only the weight I carry now
a quiet fall without the flame
Still here I stand though stripped and bare
a shadow walking in open space
no one to see no one to care
just the echo of one who fell from grace
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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While hauntingly sad, it's incredibly relatable. Great job as always.