They don’t see the blur behind my eyes
The way light splinters into noise
How silence becomes a shield I must hold …
They don’t see the blur behind my eyes
The page swimming with shifting letters
Each sentence a mountain I climb in stillness ..
They don’t see the blur behind my eyes
Only the smile I’ve rehearsed to keep
The practiced nod that hides the storm inside ..
They don’t see the blur behind my eyes
Or the small victories I win in secret
When no one is watching, but I go on …
They don’t see the blur behind my eyes
And so I ask for grace, not answers
Compassion, not conclusions drawn too fast …
I♥️
Roksana Tales 
do you ever sell your art? I may have already asked u this before…
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I do! You’ve asked it earlier. But it’s alright Stefie – 😊
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luv the portrait! not so sure about the poem. Are you doing ok?
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Hello sweet Stefie …
I love that you loved the portrait 😊
And I’m just doing fine, my dear!
I just wanted to convey the hidden struggles someone might have been experiencing in their life, and they’re just asking for understanding, not judgment
Thank you 🤩
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when i was young and attended live music events, i always fell in love (temporarily) with the musicians. Something about their talent or soulful voices pouring their hearts out made them extra moving and captivating. Now in my later years, my heart is drawn to those who capture me with literary pieces. Sometimes, a lovely thank you note, written in loving gratitude is enough to make my day. — And I guess i just want to thank you for having that verbal talent to draw me to your page. You are quite a gifted person! And your gifts become our gifts! ~ luv and appreciate u, Adorable soul!
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This is so beautiful and heartfelt
I feel truly seen by your words!
Thank you, soulful one ♥️
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Nice 👍
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Thank you 😊
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