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Hidden
Hidden I am the wind whistling in your ears, chilling you to the bone, I am the heart tearing you to pieces, I am the path leading you home. I am the mind that compels, And the arms carrying you. Hidden from prying eyes. I am the voice, comforting the saddened, And the anger that is conjured, In our blackened soul. Hidden. The soul that’s tarnished by pain, hostility, Envy, and greed. Smeared with grease and coated with dust, Rusting, somewhere, in our broken body. Barren of love, hope, or mercy. You are the soloist in the orchestra, The lone flutist Who can only be heard by the dead. You are the legs that walk weightlessly on wintry ground, And the wings that fly. Hidden from those who seek. We control. Everything. Unintentionally. With purpose. We are the lungs that breathe life, Into all existence, And yet, We are dead. Our minds are full to bursting, But our hearts, Are more empty than a dish, Scraped bare by the starved. They are the songs that drive us to do better, And the cement that holds us here. Unable to escape. Free to leave. They are the light that beckons, And the dark that pushes you away. They are the nurturers that let us keep our roots, And the breeze that sails us forth, Into our own sunset. Intended for mercy and freedom, Only invoking fear. I am the confusion that comes with breaking away, I am the love of change. I am the ever present hatred, And the love that was always there. Hidden. I am death, And the crippling grief it brings. And life, In all it’s splendour. I am the last, wheezing breath of a dying man, I am the piercing cry of a newborn. I am the despair that uplifts, And the hope That kills. I am a giver, I am honest, I am selfless, Victim to paradoxes. I am the powerful will that heals, The horror that divides. The reality that shatters every fantasy, The fantasy that shuts out reality. Hidden from all. The fable, weaved through The tapestry of life. Colours wavering, Patterns ongulating. Alluring poor, And ensnaring rich, With the life, Pulsing within. I am you, And you are me. We are one... We are the ever present love, And the hate that was always there. Hidden.
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