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Midnight confessions

At midnight hearts begin to speak, The strong grow fragile, lost, and weak. The silence opens every door, To hidden truths we can’t ignore. Midnight confessions softly fall, Like shadows dancing on the wall. The words we hide through all the day, Find moonlit courage on their way. “I miss you” sounds much more sincere, When only stars are left to hear. And broken souls stop wearing masks, Beneath the night that never asks. Perhaps the dark was always kind, A place where truth could breathe and shine. For hearts speak loudest after scars, In whispered talks beneath the stars.
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Power In Me -POEM

Power in Me

There is a fire that lives in silence,
a pulse beneath skin that does not falter.
I have walked through ash
and still, I rise.

The storms did not break me—
they carved out strength I had forgotten.
In the echo of doubt,
I found the voice that is mine alone.

I do not need armor
to be unshaken.
I do not need light
to see the way forward.

Power is not loud.
It is the choice to stand again
when no one is watching.
It is the breath I take
when fear tightens its grip.

In the quiet, I listen.
And I remember:
I am not made of weakness.
I am forged in storms.
I am the storm.

There is power in me—
not because of what I hold,
but because of what I release.

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