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
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