I shed the mask I wore so long—
A thousand roles, all played, now gone.
Silence hums where noise once thrived.
No more the need to win or prove.
The mirror cracks; my hands go still.
No shield, no sword—just open skies.
When I let go, the fog withdrew.
Less of “me” made space for “we.”
Love rose where pride and fear once lay.
Old battles fade like distant storms.
The fire within now gently warms.
I become the peace I once feared.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 12:50 PM UTC
I shed the mask I wore so long—
A thousand roles, all played, now gone.
Silence hums where noise once thrived.
No more the need to win or prove.
The mirror cracks; my hands go still.
No shield, no sword—just open skies.
When I let go, the fog withdrew.
Less of “me” made space for “we.”
Love rose where pride and fear once lay.
Old battles fade like distant storms.
The fire within now gently warms.
I become the peace I once feared.
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