In the quiet moments, soft and still,
Echoes of dreams, a whispering thrill,
A soul yearning to break free,
From the shadows that confine, let it be.
In the hush of doubt and fleeting fame,
A longing heart, an untamed flame,
Searching for purpose, a greater call,
To rise above, to stand tall.
Like a phoenix from ashes, they soar,
Through trials and triumphs, they explore,
The depths of courage, the heights unknown,
In every heartbeat, their journey is shown.
For greatness lies in every soul,
In the stories lived and lessons told,
In resilience found in the darkest night,
In the spark that ignites, burning bright.
So let the world hear your silent roar,
Embrace the journey, unlock the door,
To the greatest self you're meant to be,
In the melody of life, set yourself free.
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This house was never a home
PoetryThis place was never home, The things that lie in it was memorizing some a taunting memory other pleasant some not
