Awakening is not always gentle. It can be a storm, a fire, a tide that cannot be stopped. These poems explore the moments when the veil lifts, when illusions shatter, and when we find ourselves standing at the edge of something new. Stronger, wiser, and unafraid.
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when the veil burns away, we’re the ones left to remember. a poem for the ones who watched it all and still chose to feel.
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Laugh, I must, in the face of the absurd, for if I stop to breathe, I shall weep until the end of time.
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They shaved their heads, Stripped their names, Filed the bodies into silence. No names. No stories. No paths back home.
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Strong feelings unexplained. A timeless knowing formed. This moment. This day. A turning point.
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A message sent in silence, in a chat meant to vanish, at the hour when fate leans in.
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Fatigue clings to my jaded bones, As weariness crashes over me. A heaviness no sleep can mend, No dream can set me free.
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A country run by sociopaths, Unmoved as we struggle and die. Oblivious to the people’s wrath, Bleeding us completely dry.
my letters from beyond the fire 