#realprize
For some, life is a flicker of light;
For others, a plummet into the deep.
But life is only the shape of the soul,
And the secrets we choose to keep.
It is a tragedy how the arrogant boast,
As if they’ve tasted every sea—
While ignoring the hidden, bitter springs
That define reality.
The forgotten are left like autumn leaves,
Dry, wrinkled, and cast aside,
But that leaf carries a beautiful, broken soul
With nowhere left to hide.
When that soul meets the water's stream,
It changes everything it touches.
But the water must choose what it wants to find
In the leaf it holds in its clutches.
For there is always one who tries their best,
Only to vanish in the crowd—
Losing the real prize in the noise of the rest,
And the voices that boast too loud.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 8:45 AM UTC