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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.

We Lose Ourselves to Who We Truly Are - POEM

We Lose Ourselves to Who We Truly Are


We spend years building walls,

painting smiles on mirrors,

learning to walk like others,

to speak without our voice.


We follow roads lit by borrowed light,

chasing dreams not our own—

hoping they'll lead us home.


But one day, something breaks—

a silence becomes too loud,

a tear escapes when no one's watching,

a truth stirs beneath the skin.


And in that quiet moment,

we begin to fall…


Not into darkness,

but into something raw, something real—

into the forgotten parts,

the wild, unshaped soul.


We lose ourselves,

only to find the one

we were too afraid to be.


Not perfect.

Not polished.

But free.

And finally,

true.


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