The Unmasked Heart
The world demands a curated face, A porcelain grin, a measured pace I move through shadows, guarded and disciplined A kite held tight against a shifting wind But then you wander through my mind And leave the restless noise behind A sudden bloom of internal light The way the hearthfire meets the night I do not have to hide the fray The quiet aches or words I cannot say With you, the heavy armor falls away Like golden mist at the break of day No scripts to read, no parts to play, Just stillness where the soul can stay You are the anchor, the steady release My sudden warmth, my sovereign peace... _Nidal Sati