Silent Faith
My trembling hands
Don't want to come together
I refuse to feel weakness
Oppress the confessor
I will defy the defeat
Of my body and mind
And my tears will freeze
So I...will never cry
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I was once told
That I have to be strong
But a child can never grow old
When reminded that every action is wrong
I didn't need to know
That strength was everything
I would have given up a long time ago
Because that is my hollowed instinct
Take back every single breath / Take back those moments I lived
I am not some stepping stone / I am not meant to have a torn soul
You can only push so much / I can choose to give up
You're the only one who's the judge / I can define who's the fraud
I once believed
That resolve was protection
But all forms of relief abandoned me
I crumbled upon the footholds of absolution
I never knew
Of exile or despair
Or what has gotten me through
To the point where I need to disappear
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My broken bones weep
Holding up the weight of the world
Through the bottled up tears I can still see
As I take another wrong step forward
I will wear a mask of pride
In front of you- I will not break
As I bathe in this false light
I...dare not speak of my silent faith
*stunned silent awe*
Truly, spectacularly, beautiful~~~~ O.O
Your poetry, the moving words, the power of the metaphors and the undercurrent of faith... I faved it for the moving image itself and then read this and wish I can fave it a thousand more times for the poem itself.... TTvTT Truly beautiful~
Thank you so much for your kind words, it made me smile when I read it. I'm so happy that you were able to connect to this deviation. <3