Fourlinegraphia

!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!! A seed does not question when it blooms, Nor does the dawn demand the night to stay; The river journeys through the darkest gloom, Trusting the sea will find its way. !!***!! We wander far beneath the endless skies, Chasing distant dreams and treasures untold; Yet often miss the wisdom in our eyes, And the priceless warmth that no hands can hold. !!***!! We search for answers in the world outside, Through countless paths and lessons yet unknown; But deep within, where truth and silence reside, Lies a light that we have always known. !!***!! For what is a victory without someone to share? What is a treasure without a heart to care? What is the meaning of a journey's end, If there's no love, no soul, no cherished friend? !!***!! Let not the fruit decide the journey's worth, Nor measure happiness by what we gain; For love is the greatest gift upon this earth, A gentle sunshine after every rain. !!***!! Sometimes we seek the wisdo...

  !!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!! Beyond the stone walls That fortress the kingdom of darkness, There exists a quiet light- The living power of words, Awakening the sleeping soul. !!***!! A knife carries the shadow of violence, A blade shaped by human hands, Never an emblem of liberation. Nor are open eyes, by themselves, The ultimate proof of freedom; True freedom lies much deeper, In the courage to look within. !!***!! And sometimes, closed eyes Behind the dark glass of silence Remind us of a hidden realm: The freedom to imagine and create, To question without intimidation, To speak without fear of the storm. !!***!! Expression is the voice That refuses to fall silent Amid the heaviest chains of oppression- A flame no intolerance can extinguish, A diamond needle of truth Piercing through inherited ignorance. !!***!! Freedom is not merely keeping our eyes open; It is the right to think without permission, To disagree without hatred, To speak without persecution, An...

  !***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***! I don't always show the pain I carry, Nor speak of the tears I hide inside. I have learned to smile through broken moments, And keep my deepest feelings tucked away from sight. !!***!! There are days I still miss what we once had, The little things, the words, the dreams we knew. Sometimes I find myself visiting old memories, Wondering how something so beautiful could hurt so much too. !!***!! I still remember the promises we made, The future I imagined in my heart. I never thought the hands I held so dearly Would one day become the ones I had to part. !!***!! Sometimes I question my own heart, Wondering if I could have loved a little less, If I had spoken differently, held on differently, Or protected myself from so much tenderness. !!***!! But I am slowly learning something important: There is no shame in having loved too deeply. I was not foolish for believing in forever, Nor weak for wanting someone to choose me complete...

  I do not need to earn the right to breathe, Or fold my flaws to fit another's creed, To win the prize or serve a useful part, To claim the simple quiet of my heart. I am enough, just as my shadows fall, Unvarnished, tender, human through it all. !!***!! Let me look back  the roads I crossed, And thank the heavy winters for the frost, Yet drop the ancient weights I used to bear- The hollow rules, the whispers of despair. The past is holy ground, but not a cage; With clean, untroubled hands, I turn the page. !!***!! No more I wait for validation's sun, Or measure worth by battles lost or won; I love what was, yet loose its binding chain, And shape tomorrow from the calm and rain. !***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!Fourlinegraphia

!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***! We were never born to earn our place, Nor chase the world for a little grace. No crown of gold, no perfect art, Can measure the worth of a human heart. !***! We bent ourselves to please the crowd, Mistook our silence for being proud. We carried burdens not our own, And feared that love would leave us alone. !***! But every wound has words to say, And every dawn can light a way. The past may shape the paths we take, But it need not decide our fate. !***! Let those old voices softly fade, The debts of love we wrongly paid. We can forgive, yet still move on, And find ourselves where fear was born. !***! No more shall we beg the world to see The quiet worth of simply being free. Through all our flaws, through rise and fall, We are enough, without proving at all. !***! So let us honour where we've been, The broken parts, the strength within. For life begins when we finally see: We don't need to become worthy of love. We only ne...

  You descended into the depths of my silence like a pearl diver searching the ocean floor, mistaking the fragile contours of my surrender for a treasure that would forever be yours. You built your empire in the quiet spaces where I once sheltered my ancient grace, mapping the rivers of my patient spirit, dredging gold from my most wounded place. You called it love, and I called it loveshore, until the walls began to close in tight, until I no longer recognised the woman reflected in the fading evening light. You found pleasure in the softness of my stillness, in a femininity you never cared to know, while deep beneath that carefully cultivated quiet, an imprisoned soul was preparing to break and go. I could hear her screaming in the shadows, somewhere beneath the surface of my breath- a wild, wounded creature raising her voice, refusing to surrender to a quiet death. Slowly, the truth began to take its shape: all that I thought was sweet turned into ash. Your affection became a li...