On life's stage, lights are dim,
My syllables falter, hesitant,
A mute poet, a trembling limb,
In the uncertain dance, eloquent.
I'm made of silences,
Pauses paint my tale.
My tongue, a maze of shadows,
But in the gaps, courage grows.
Between the lines, my heart flows,
Writing bravery in echoes.
Vowels hide, consonants twist tight,
But my heart beats fluent rhymes,
Like a river fights, against its plight,
I dive into the current, climb.
Sometimes an echo, trapped inside,
But my words, stubborn stars shine,
They gleam, even when defied,
Creating constellations, genuine.
I'm made of silences,
Pauses paint my tale.
My tongue, a maze of shadows,
But in the gaps, courage grows.
Between the lines, my heart flows,
Writing bravery in echoes.
