Name
My name is spoken of in rooms I have yet to walk in to....
Within my name, a myriad of phenoms reside,
Defining me, with creativity as my guide.
Spoken in rooms I've yet to tread,
In heavens above, where truths are spread.
No one can reveal the depth it holds,
The war-like strength that in my character unfolds.
A path traveled, lost, not mine to claim,
Part of the me I used to be, now just a name.
Not strung to me, for it's grander still,
Than any manner I've been in, or through which I've grown still.
The truest definition of who I am today,
Sits before you, in this very moment, come what may.
My name carries fortitude, a beacon so bright,
Faith flows through my veins, with all its might.
Stains settle quickly, but can be washed away,
Dignity restored, as inventions reinvent their play.
For name's sake, a distinctive designation revered,
A reputably held title, by all endeared.
About the Creator
Tracy Toccara
Tracy Toccara is a poet and a warrior of life whose verses chronicle a profound journey from the shadows of addiction to the light of recovery. Her collection of poems is not merely words on a page; it is a testament to her resilience.
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