In the hallowed halls where dreams take flight, Where champions rise in the heat of the fight. A symphony of triumph, a chorus bold, Where stories of valor are proudly told.
By Ann-Marie Martin3 months ago in Poets
Behind the brightest smiles, unseen, lies pain, A silent storm within, a heavy chain. With every laugh, a whispered cry, Concealing depths where shadows lie.
In the depths of night, I found my spark, Through whispered dreams, I left the dark. Lost in shadows, I found my way, In silent whispers, I heard them say.