In the depths of silence, I gently fall,
Where no loud voices dare to call.
A quiet world begins to rise,
Hidden behind my weary eyes.
The stars above seem close and near,
Like whispered dreams I long to hear.
They shine with truths so calm and deep,
Guarding the secrets that I keep.
I walk through thoughts both dark and bright,
Searching for meaning in fading light.
Each memory, a fragile flame,
Reminds me I am not the same.
The past may echo soft with pain,
Like distant thunder after rain.
Yet in that storm, I learned to grow,
To find my strength in what I know.
I close my eyes and start to see,
A stronger, wiser part of me.
No chains of doubt can hold me tight,
For hope still burns with gentle light.
And in this calm, my soul feels free,
At peace with all I’ve come to be.
About the Creator
Ibrahim
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