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Read MoreAs I remember, I learn to forget the buoyant memories that linger. When I am foundering, I resurface, only to drown in the world’s stigma. As masking as the calm, glassy sheet segregating this pond of thought is, this curtain between dreams and the world has...
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Read MoreI am the silence that can shoutA whisper loud, a voice withoutI speak in hush that shakes the airA thunder clothed in quiet prayerNo walls contain the echo's flightIt dances through the edge of nightUnheard by ears, yet deeply...
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Thank you for reading and commenting
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Read MoreI am a lighthouse in the sandNo ships to guide, no sea, no landMy beam reveals what isn't thereMirages lit by vacant airI shine for eyes that never seeA signal lost in memoryMy warnings echo through the dustWhere hope...
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Dark, sad. Great piece of poetry here.
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Cool piece. Lighthouses are an imposing structure.
You can’t miss them unless you are in the trenches!
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Thanks for reading..trying to write about something different from my norm..a different level of thought invoking..thank you both for commenting
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Read MoreBeacon of AbsenceI am a lighthouse in the sandNo ships to guide, no sea, no landMy beam reveals what isn't thereMirages lit by vacant airThe Loud WhisperI am the silence that can shoutA whisper loud, a voice withoutI speak...
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Read MoreSo stain—as marks that remain longer than intent,and hesitation pressed into the grain. Second guess,doubt’s small fracture widening,as though the Voice were drowned,as though we mistook the silencefor absence. But sustain is not the clean note held—it is the rough edge,the...
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So, you’re staying that nothing is gone and even though it may feel like you’re losing it, You should stay fast because you are not erased but being led down a path you cannot see? That is what I get.
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Hey Fia, I think you’ve captured the heart of it beautifully. The poem is holding onto a truth: that even when it feels like silence or loss, we’re not ourselves erased. What seems like absence is often a hidden kind of leading, and the very marks we carry become proof that we were being guided all along. Something like that.
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I can hear & feel this piece loud & clear. Great write.