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They come to me, streaming in drop by drop, so I collect them all, trying to keep them whole, comforting them with words I wish to hear, Lacing my words with encouragement, so others may see the best in me, but what they see is a character of fictioniality, a mask woven from gentle phrases, stitched with threads of borrowed grace. Yet beneath, a voice still echoes, softly, of the solace I chase. The breath of the almighty whispers, telling me to hold on, giving me more to believe in. I offer words like fragile offerings, each a delicate vessel, wondering, do they bear my truth or simply reflect my hopes? In this intricate dance, I stitch together fragments of dreams and fears, crafting a tapestry that reveals and conceals a symphony of whispered encouragement, yet beneath it all, a quiet yearning lingers, seeking the voice that truly understands. The breath of the divine fills the spaces in between, urging me onward, promising that even in silence, I am profoundly heard.
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Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 1:04 PM UTC
Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear.
They come to me, streaming in drop by drop, so I collect them all, trying to keep them whole, comforting them with words I wish to hear, Lacing my words with encouragement, so others may see the best in me, but what they see is a character of fictioniality, a mask woven from gentle phrases, stitched with threads of borrowed grace. Yet beneath, a voice still echoes, softly, of the solace I chase. The breath of the almighty whispers, telling me to hold on, giving me more to believe in. I offer words like fragile offerings, each a delicate vessel, wondering, do they bear my truth or simply reflect my hopes? In this intricate dance, I stitch together fragments of dreams and fears, crafting a tapestry that reveals and conceals a symphony of whispered encouragement, yet beneath it all, a quiet yearning lingers, seeking the voice that truly understands. The breath of the divine fills the spaces in between, urging me onward, promising that even in silence, I am profoundly heard.
Written by Asher & AWURAA. I would like to say a big thank you to @Asher who gave me the first opportunity to work with a talented poet. Inspired by the words of William Wordsworth.
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Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 1:04 PM UTC
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