In the realm of words, I freely roam,
crafting tales to make a home.
Some stories dance upon the stage,
shared with the world page by page.
But some pages are meant for my eyes alone,
my soul found solace through its own.
For some tales aren’t meant to be shown,
a private world I kept my own.
I’m a writer sharing my part,
yet some stories remain close to my heart.
Some secrets dwell in hidden lines,
echoes of thoughts that are solely mine.
In silent whispers they calmly reside,
a world of words I choose to hide.
One day the lock was open and pages bared,
my private world suddenly shared.
A storm brewed in another’s mind,
twisting truths, misinterpreted, and unkind.
My soul is betrayed by prying eyes,
yet they think my privacy is their right.
Trust once shattered cannot be mended,
no explanations I owe to weak-minded.
Your judgments hurt, yet I stand tall,
my pen won’t waver despite it all.
Amidst the drama, doubts, and hate,
I reclaim my truth and find my strength.
In a writer’s journey a tale so true,
Some words for all. Some words for few.
22.11.23