Tag: originalpoem
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Sharpened, Not Broken
I don’t forget. I don’t fold. You thought silence meant weakness —it meant I was watching. Learning. Waiting. You crossed the line.Now you get to see what I become because of it. I don’t break.I sharpen. This isn’t revenge —this is evolution.
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The Hour I Rise
They struck a match beneath my name,Mistook my silence for a flame,That flickers out when winds grow strong —They did me quiet, they did me wrong! But power sleeps in steady hands,Not loud, not wild — just as it stands,I rise, not rage, I choose my hour,And turn their doubt into my power!
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When Light Turns Cold
Never wound a soul that shines,Soft as dawn in quiet skies —They carry storms you cannot see,Yet still choose gentle ways to be! But break them once, or twice, too deep,And something buried won’t stay asleep,The warmth you knew begins to fade,Replaced by shadows they never made! For when the pure are pushed too far,They…
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Side By Side In Truth
We walk together, side by side,No shadows where our truths can hide,With open hands and steady hearts,We choose the light in all our parts! No whispered lies, no secret schemes,No tearing down another’s dreams,For strength is found in honest ties,Not sharpened words or masked disguise! To lift, not push — to stand, not break,To give…
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