Beneath the surface, a storm brews fierce,
Waves of anguish crash, no sight to pierce.
Thoughts twist and churn in a turbulent sea,
Yet bright, smiling faces hide the plea.
Inside, a symphony of heart's heavy ache,
Every moment drips with the choice to break.
Fingers clutch tight to a fragile disguise,
While worlds within spiral, silent goodbyes.
The heartbeats thunder, a rhythm so loud,
Yet lips stay sealed, wrapped in a shroud.
Heavy burdens carried, unspoken and deep,
In corners of being, where secrets do weep.
Each heartbeat a story, each breath holds the weight,
Yearning for freedom, caught in the fate.
No tears from the eyes, just a storm in the chest,
As everything cries, except for the rest.
So here in the struggle, find space to reflect,
To honor the sorrow, allow it to connect.
For even in stillness, truth wants to rise,
Sometimes the loudest cries don’t need to be eyes.
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Dance of Dissonance
PoetryPeople call me a poet, but i'm just a slut for sentences that leave teeth marks on the soft parts of your soul. You call it a poem, i call it the sound of my ribs breaking open to let the heart breathe.
