Whispers of the Soul's Canvas
Ink bleeds, a heart's confession—a swirling maze of feeling. Each line, a path into the soul's chambers, revealing secrets few glimpse. A youth's echo, life's fragments, a unique spirit unfolds. Each word, a self-shard, reflecting the beating heart. Untamed emotion flows, a symphony of sorrow and joy, a kaleidoscope woven day and night. Most skim the surface, missing the fire, the poet's vulnerability.
Empathy unlocks the soul laid bare; the pulse, the rhythm, the design. A fiercely fought battle, painstakingly wrought emotion pours forth. The poet, lost in creation, awaits belief in words' healing power, love transcending pain. A tidal wave of passion stains the soul's canvas—a whispered, bold masterpiece.
Poet and poem merge, a sacred union; raw emotions laid bare, a sight to behold. Words offer refuge, catharsis, a healing journey. Emotions intertwine, a divine symphony, a heart's reflection. Solace blooms in each line; inner peace is achieved. The labyrinth reveals the poet's truth, vulnerability exposed—a beauty to behold. A heart beats strong, a soul's reflection, forever heard. Lost in the haze, poet and poem become one, a perfect blend—a truth for all to see, eternally.
Copyright © David Hurlburt | Year Posted 2024
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