I fall slowly,
Into the fallen darkness.
Below where a few reach.
It is where the dark meets the reality.
It's soft, real.
It's hard, sorrowful.
Yet I dare to tell no one.
I feel loved, calm in my darkness.
No one to be judged by, 'cause they see nothing .
There's light even here, not everyone sees.
Seek it See it, the beauty of finding yourself.
To set yourself free from the darkness.
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This is my first time sharing my poems publicly. It took a lot of courage to finally publish it here. I hope you like it. Please leave your feedback, whether you liked it or not or if I should stop sharing...lol
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Thank you for sharing this! Darkness has a pull that few understand as calmness but I get your feels! Your writing style is unique and I like it! I’m excited to read more of your work!
Don't know how I missed this little gem. I'm looking forward to your next piece - no pressure 😁👍
Thank you for sharing your poem! It's a brave and beautifully expressed piece that delves into the complexities of darkness and the hidden beauty within it. I encourage you to continue expressing yourself through poetry. Keep writing and sharing your thoughts and emotions; your words have the power to resonate with others.
Please share more! This was wonderful!
Please do not stop sharing your poems! I really resonated with this one.
Poetry lays us bare to the world. It's so much more personal than writing fiction. This is beautiful and relatable and so well done. Good for you for having the courage to hit that publish button, Raihana. Keep on doing it! 💕😊
I love this! 👏 Indeed one sometimes needs to retreat to find the light! Thanks for sharing your poem Raihana. 😊