The silence set in its quietest enamor that fell onto my skin
A dream evolved in its brewing generosity as curiosity peaked from within 
I wondered what it is to be wild and free
To run manically through the streets, to scream at the top of your lungs in the middle of the night, filled with glee

Elasped in the conditioning to sit still
I shun the counterfeited code across the royal will
Escaping into the woods of the lost poets, where words rule the call
I raised my glass as the epiphany began to enthrall

How silenced was I to not know my voice? 
How tormented I was by my own thoughts to doubt my choice?
I gave a thousand chances to those who stabbed me in my hind
Yet I built my own grave in the harsh syllables of my own mind

On the brink of the awakening, I prayed to the stars of a reckoning that would set me free
The one that would be my redemption, under the depths of my poetry
Silence in its quietest enamor crept into my skin
As the cosmos heard the war that brewed in me within

The faintest of words spoken out of pain made it out to the ears of the mighty blue
The serenity was so earnestly seeking finally found its mirth true
It is in accepting that some things are truly beyond my reach 
I found peace in forgiving myself for not knowing earlier what only time could teach

A quiet thought that the universe heard in its embrace 
To speak a kinder narrative to myself, I learned to bloom at my own pace

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