Humans are meant to sleep,
Yet still she chose to creep—
A daughter of the night,
Born beneath the starlight.
The moon had marked her name,
A beacon wrapped in flame;
She was chosen to ignite,
The hidden light of night.
For darkness is what we choose it to be,
Yet she trembled at shadows she struggled to see.
The night both called her and filled her with dread,
Not of the dark, but the demons it fed.
She hid from her fear, tried to disguise,
To burn with the starlight that birthed in her eyes.
But the darkness still beckoned, step after pace,
She walked to its arms, to its cold embrace.
Her soul burned fierce, refusing to bend,
So she sang to herself, and the shadows would end.
She sang the light into marrow and bone,
She sang until demons were silenced, alone.
She kept the dark at bay,
She carved her own way—
No longer of sunlight,
But a true girl of night.
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silent screams
Poetrythe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
