Poem: Secret Confession

The roads I walk are lined with flowers 🌸,

The destination near, bright with hopeful hours

Yet stones bruise my feet, the path is long ,

And weary eyes hide tears, silent and strong.

I smile to the world, confident and free ,

But shadows linger where none can see .

I dream to soar, wings brushing sky 🕊️,

Yet chains of duty pull me low, I sigh .

Love blooms like stories that never end,

Yet reality leaves hearts to mend💔

Incomplete whispers, unfinished song,

A longing for love where we belong

I am a clay doll crossing a river of fire 🔥,

A glass house in a city of stones, reaching higher.

Between the heart’s wish and the world’s decree,

Love remains my guide, my hope, my plea.

I dream to be myself, unique and true ,

To craft an identity that the world will view.

But labels bind—daughter, sister, wife,

A war for self stretches through life

I wish to speak, to rise and fight ,

To challenge the wrongs, to claim my right.

Yet politeness and fear still hold my tongue ,

Silent cries lost, unsaid, unsung 😔.

Time feels a friend, life endless and wide,

But invisible clocks count all that I bide .

Youth slips through fingers like golden sand,

Society’s deadlines shaping each plan .

I long for peace, calm in my soul 🌿

Yet anxiety steals what dreams extol .

Comparisons, pressure, endless race ,

Hide broken hearts behind a smiling face .

I hope the world will see my true worth✨

Beauty in character, not mirrors’ girth .

But every shade and feature is judged today ,

Confidence falters in the glassy fray .

I dream to walk fearless under moonlit skies🌙

Yet outside, unseen dangers arise .

Keys clenched tight, steps quick and small ,

Dreams confined by walls, both high and tall .