Faint Echoes

In whispers soft, he claims his heart is bold,
A lion’s roar beneath a shroud of fear,
He paints the world with colors bright and gold,
Yet hides in shadows, never drawing near.

With every boast, the bravest tales unfold—
He speaks of mountains climbed and seas embraced,
But when the storm rolls in and tempests scold,
His courage falters; hope is laid to waste.

The mirror shows a man with steel resolve,
While deep within lies doubt's relentless tide;
For what is strength if truth cannot evolve?
A gilded mask that only fools abide.

So here’s to those who stride with heads held high—
Their silent screams betray the truth they deny.