May 30
I laughed - not for likes,
but because the sky was kind
and the breeze felt honest.
I wore comfort,
not costume,
and danced without a soundtrack.
No mirrors.
No filters.
Just me,
at ease in my skin,
and joy
quiet as a secret,
loud as my heart.
but because the sky was kind
and the breeze felt honest.
I wore comfort,
not costume,
and danced without a soundtrack.
No mirrors.
No filters.
Just me,
at ease in my skin,
and joy
quiet as a secret,
loud as my heart.
We spend so much of life performing for eyes that aren’t really watching, chasing applause that never feels quite enough. But real joy lives in the unscripted, in the quiet, barefoot moments where we belong wholly to ourselves. This poem is a reminder: not everything needs an audience to be beautiful.
(Earth, briefly.)
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