AuthenticA Poem by TheNonConformist
And the silence hit.
The world grew dim Almost out of focus Just in that moment of existence, the feeling of infinity arose in my frame. It was the epitome of a miracle. Because in the silence, In the dark crevice of that second, I found someone. Me. A familiar yet foreign version Hidden from my conscious self I had an epiphany of the inner soul; A revelation concealed within myself. I grabbed her gently For her state was raw Undeveloped and new She grew miles that day Overcoming the matters of insecurity Burning down bridges in a victorious glaze of personality She was authentic Hidden for too long Her freedom created in a flash of silence © 2013 TheNonConformistAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTheNonConformistChillin, FLAboutI am an individual. I don't like labels, hence I'm no hippie, hipster, rebel, or whatever the f**k. But I do like concepts, ideas, and opinions. I am open-minded and curious. Even though I'm often non.. more..Writing
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