Penned a soliloquy I had today with myself...
In the noise of all I tried to be,
I lost the simple shade of me.
I traded silence for the crowd,
And spoke in voices far too loudly.
Where have I gone beneath the weight,
Of yesterday and future state?
I look into the polished glass,
And watch a passing shadow pass.
I wore the expectations well,
A painted shell where dreams could dwell.
I smiled to keep the peace outside,
While something quiet slowly died.
Where is the child who knew no doubt?
Who knew what joy was all about?
Who didn't measure worth in praise,
Or count the hours of quiet days?
Yet somewhere deep beneath the dust,
Beyond the fear, beyond the rust,
A tiny spark begins to gleam—
A waking eye inside a dream.
I have not vanished, only slept,
Behind the secrets that I kept.
I am still here, beneath the disguise,
Waiting to open my own eyes.
