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
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Written on 2024-12-13 at 14:51
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