vent night

The inky cloak of night descends, a shroud

Upon the day's facade, the world subdued.

No longer forced to feign a smile so bright,

Tonight, I shed the masks, the worn-out light.

The weight of burdens on my shoulders press,

A symphony of doubts, a tangled mess.

Unmet expectations, whispers in the air,

A gnawing sense of failure, ever there.

The dreams I chased, like fireflies so fleeting,

Seem further now, a promise incomplete.

The path I walk feels strewn with broken stones,

Each step a test, a battle fought alone.

There's anger too, a simmering discontent,

At words unsaid, at bridges built and bent.

At promises that crumbled like dry sand,

At love withheld, a cold and empty hand.

Disappointments sting, a salty tear escapes,

For paths not taken, for the love that scrapes.

The weight of grief for what might have been, it seems,

A constant undercurrent in my dreams.

The world, it spins, oblivious to my plight,

The city hums, bathed in electric light.

But here, within the darkness, I confess,

The hollowness that lingers, more or less.

The weight of expectations, a heavy load,

To please, to strive, to carry down the road.

The constant pressure, a relentless chase,

To fit the mold, to find my rightful place.

Yet, in the hush, a voice begins to rise,

A whisper soft, a strength that never dies.

It speaks of resilience, of the will to mend,

Of lessons learned, of battles that transcend.

It speaks of hope, a flickering, fragile flame,

That flickers on, defying doubt and blame.

It speaks of courage, to embrace the night,

To find the light within, and make it right.

For even in the darkness, stars ignite,

A silent promise, burning ever bright.

The moon, a beacon, guides the weary soul,

A gentle reminder, we're not out of control.

The tears may fall, a cleansing, needed rain,

Washing away the hurt, the doubt, the pain.

For in the letting go, a strength is found,

A chance to mend, on solid ground.

Tonight, I vent, release the pent-up storm,

Embrace the chaos, in this fragile form.

For in the breaking, a new beginning lies,

A chance to rise, with purpose in my eyes.

I'll gather strength from shadows, learn from scars,

Embrace the flaws that make me who I are.

I'll find my voice, let go of what once bound,

And dance with freedom on this sacred ground.

The night may linger, but the dawn will break,

Painting the sky with hues of hope to make.

With open arms, I'll greet the rising sun,

The scars remain, a battle fought and won.

For in the darkness, I discovered my might,

A warrior within, ready to take flight.

This vent, this purge, a necessary rite,

To rise anew, with a heart that burns with light.