Thoughts = Paper

Walls of whispers, silent cries,

Shadows dance with clouded skies.

A mind adrift in tides unseen,

Pulled by currents, dark, in between.

Fingers clutch at fleeting air,

Grasping hope that isn’t there.

Somehow through this haze, a distant glow,

Softly bright, it calls—I know.

Step by step, though limbs are weak,

Voice by voice, though none dare speak.

All this weight may press, the night may stay,

But dawn will rise to light the way.

No chains can hold what dreams ignite,

No storm can quench my soul’s own light!

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