I write because silence doesn’t speak,
I spill what’s hidden, the parts I can’t keep.
No mirror here, no need to pretend,
Just raw thoughts that don’t always mend.
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These words, a fragments of what I’ve always felt,
A map of a heart that’s still been dealt.
Not much of “answers,” just pieces that I find,
I leave them here, for you, for me and for time.
I leave them in ink and rhyme.
About the Creator
Marvelous Michael
I’m so glad you are here!
“Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away.”
Matthew 24:35 NKJV
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This is beautifully raw and honest—like a quiet confession left on paper. Leaving words behind is sometimes the best way to be heard.💖✨