Once I was a figure born in the night.
I emerged from shadows, seeking the light.
Where no one dares to go, I stride
to the beyond, with nothing to hide.
Despite everything, I rise and stand tall.
I become the dream I had when I was small.
here is the second one
The pain I felt was a loss of light.
Then I was pushed into the dark, away from all sight.
A secret, untold, is buried deep in my chest.
Yet hope flickers quietly, longing for rest.
Once more, I reach out for the warmth I have known.
But cycles of shadow become my own.
I will never return to the light I once claimed.
The darkness is my refuge, and my soul is now unchained.
I am freed from the shackles that held me so tight.
I drift into the night, far from memory's light.
and last but not least, i actually spend the most time on this one
The quietest was me. I was a shadow in the busy tree. I sat alone, trapped in my own world. Every other soul felt like a burden. I built a wall, high and steep. I kept my secrets in that silence.
Then came a light, a gentle grace. A friendly smile appeared on their face. Kindness glowed, tempting and bright. A pure surface felt like a waking dream. Deep down, I had a doubt, a quiet whisper. But I was blinded by the lovely glow.
I held on tightly to that sweet hope, Ignoring flaws and bitter defeats. Until the day the truth revealed itself. A different face showed me a broken world. I cut the thread with a heavy hand And left that shore for unknown land.
This time I breathed and looked around. Laughter echoed on fertile ground. I dipped my toes into new waters And let my real self shine through. No longer trapped by fear’s harsh grip, I laugh, I live, I feel again. In the crowd, I find my peace. I am a happy soul, no longer restrained.