From the Core to the surface
From surface to the core,
we built with metaphor —
now silence stands
where voices used to soar.
We don’t talk anymore,
are you pretty sure?
It’s not like before…
but I remember you,
like an echo in a closing door.
The rising sun returns each day,
making us forget
the hush of night —
just as every other man
revels in the fleeting light
before paying the price
for the next sunset’s delight.
Some forget the rest,
but time takes the test.
And every dream we chase,
those timeless, aching themes —
they wear a familiar face.
A repetition of the same,
yet yours — yours was the frame
that could rewrite fate
with nothing but
your quiet grace.
Who else could change the game
just by being —
not less,
but more than name?
Do you have pass unlimited
to enter my consciousness —
when subconscious prevails,
and reason fails
to tame the wilderness?
That restless fight goes on —
between shadows and light,
where memory wears a mask,
and silence holds tight.
Do you knock to be let in
or have you always stayed
between the spaces
of every thought I’ve made?
When I dream,
are you the ghost in disguise —
a soft whisper
behind my closed eyes?
Is it you I resist,
or the truth I’ve denied?
For even in peace,
there’s a storm inside.
So tell me —
do you come with love or lore?
Do you ask to enter,
or do I already live in thy core?
Copyright © I am Possible | Year Posted 2025
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