Truth At Heart
Whom am I in the endless plot of fate?
Your perfect perfection used as bait.
Whom am I to reject perfection’s grace,
Amidst my turmoil in karma’s embrace.
I sought not, yet there you stood,
A calm in my storm, I never understood.
You were the answer to my whispers unheard,
A soft light to which my shadow was led.
An eternity I proclaimed to all,
And yet the stars foretold my fall.
Neither a mistake nor surprise,
Just karma playing a master of disguise.
I held your presence like borrowed time,
Too precious for my touch yet too real to define.
In your arms time froze,
And from those shards dreams rouse,
Pulled apart not by will but by fate,
To only soul that made me feel sane,
Even when I wander ,even alone,
You will forever be my home.
Copyright © Nana Yaw | Year Posted 2025
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