The Sovereignty of Silence
Finding the God Within When the World Only Sees Its Own Shadows
their tongues are busy carving a version of you that makes them feel less like a wreck. they call you cold because they could not handle your heat. they call you lost because you no longer answer to their name. it is a spiritual theft— they try to steal your peace to pay for their inner poverty. but you are a sovereign temple. you are the ritual they cannot perform. their curses are just prayers hitting a ceiling they built themselves. do not explain your skin to those who hate the sun. the final settlement is not a conversation. it is the quiet of your absence. leave them to the business of their own ghosts. you have a god to meet within yourself.
About the Creator
Anuroop
I write because the truth is bitter, but the soul is hungry. My work is a mirror of grace and scars. I turn memoirs into maps and poetry into a space where we stop pretending. Let’s look closer together and find the truth in the journey.
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