Could we be one of these?




The Silent Herald

 

With pen in hand

I become a silent herald

Channeling voices long forgottenp

 

And stories left unsaid.

 

Through the guise of another

I bring forth light

Of hidden truths

 

And the darkness bred

 

Of oft buried fears.

In these silent spaces

My true voice is birthed.

 

 

 





Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-12-13 at 14:51

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Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
Is that not the poets remit?
To relate fondly to a non existent past or disperse the shadows of an honest future?
Whatever, it is still a thought provoking write from you
Thanks for sharing.
2024-12-16



well stories silenced
can be told through you
maybe it's better than
being told by the one who
lived it because he lacks
of such talent or self-distance
to be a good observer of himself
2024-12-13