Faded Shadows Through the Years

Once, I was laid to rest, alone, By strangers in a land unknown. Gripped by shadows, cold and real, Bound within their secrecy. Chains unseen, but tightly spun, Faces fade beneath the sun. Caught within a softened phrase, Truth and trust lost in the haze. Yes… I was fractured, torn apart, By shadows pressed against my heart. But through the slow and quiet dawn, That shadow faded, withdrawn. Now the air is soft and clear, Now the night holds nothing near. Now a warmth begins to grow— Far from where he cast his blow. Freed from madness’ tangled chain, I rise renewed beyond the pain. Clothed in strength, yet calm and wise, Anchored deep beneath these skies. Devoted to my people’s song, Faithful where my roots belong— For as long as breath I keep, In silent watch, my vow runs deep. _____________________________________________________ Author’s Note: Time folds away what once weighed heavy— not with sudden force, but whispered slow. This poem was born beneath quiet veils, where shadows breathe and strength takes root unseen. What fades remains—a silent echo, waiting for those who listen beyond the stillness.