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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Strength has rusted deep into my spine, a beautiful, corroded iron, Twisting through each vertebra like a vine of steel, a bittersweet trap, They call it resilience, but I call it a silent tomb, a milestone of my soul, I sleep in armor that no longer opens, each breath becomes a negotiation Between the instinct to survive and the desire to surrender, a silent duel of experiences. Even tears can no longer find their way out, they turn into steam, And hiss inside the helmet, a strange music of unrelieved pain, A battlefield of trapped emotions, where every sigh is an echo, An untold story, a wish for rust to become light again, But until then, the armor remains a sanctuary of silence and patience. In the depths of this iron tomb, thoughts dance like flames, Trying to find a rhythm between the heartbeats and the heavy silence, A labyrinth of memories and sensations, an uninterrupted flow of lost images, For even in captivity, my soul seeks to fly, to escape, To turn rust into wings, to write a new story on the starry sky. There, in the silence between beats, I learn to embrace the armor as a skin, A protective layer and yet a burden, a paradox of protection and imprisonment, But perhaps, one day, I will unlock it, face the wind and the light, And let the steam rise, the tears flow, and the heart breathe freely, Until then, I continue to live between iron and dream, between resilience and liberation.
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