Nothing is gained by burying it deep,
What will come to pass, it will always seep,
Like a bird compelled to sing its song,
Every living being, to breathe, must belong.
Try as you might, denying the truth,
Only inflicts wounds, both old and uncouth,
Postponing the inevitable, a futile game,
Caught in the web of your self-inflicted shame.
You tear yourself apart, become a stranger,
Lost in the maze of your own inner danger,
Babbling like a child, acting out of fear,
In this self-made prison, you shed no tear.
But true strength lies not in conquest's domain,
But in conquering oneself, amid the pain,
Be true to your essence, let judgment subside,
Your duty is to your soul, let it be your guide.
Forget the whispers, the doubts they impart,
Your only duty is to feel good in your heart,
Embrace who you are, in all your complexity,
For in that acceptance, lies true serenity.
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Echoes of despair: Poems from the Abyss
PoesíaPhysical copy soon in amazon Echoes of Despair: Poems from the Abyss is a collection of deeply introspective and haunting poems that delve into the depths of human suffering, exploring themes of darkness, despair, pain, and the struggle for redempti...