The Anthem of My Heart

In a cityscape of azure crowns, a labyrinth unfolds, A cartography of expectation, where my narrative is born. Wrap yourself in anticipation and aspire to be among. I wear as they wish, but underneath I know not right from wrong. On affection's stage, I act my part, a mimic in the play, Mimicking the lines and cues that are the current rage. I offer up the final bite, let others pass me by, A humble guise, it seems, yet hides a dormant silent cry. How to measure joy when scales are not my own? In a world that gazes outward, where is my cornerstone? A script I mistook for fate, a role that never fit, A character in someone else's play, I finally admit. Decades passed, a lifetime's half, to turn my sight inside, To unearth the truths not found without, but in my own divide. We're molded clay and woven past, a blend of gene and year, Yet in this mortal tapestry, a tranquil truth is clear. A soul, a core, a nucleus, a compass in the fray, Leading me to unspoken joys that words can't quite convey. A fleeting love affair with this moment, a liaison with the now, A spark of elation in defiance with the why and how. In this revelation, I find my voice, an anthem of my heart, A repressed refrain, a silent hymn, now yearning to depart No more charades or adopted mantles, no more deception to conspire. I've unearthed my essence, regained my breath, I ignite my spirit's fire.