You call it peace
but it’s a performance to avoid conflict
A silence worn like silk
to smooth the chaos you feel underneath…
Nod to stay liked
you hide behind neutrality to keep your illusion of safety,
to stay in control…to stay accepted by the world
But peace built on your own suppression
isn’t peace
it’s a prison covered with flowers,
and you’re bleeding beneath the petals
The moon is coming,
bright and unbothered
It doesn’t care for your mask,
only for your truth.
In days
not weeks
the surface will crack
And what you’ve buried
will rise
to meet you.
Am I too loud?
Too bold?
Too real for you?
That’s what they told me
that to be me
was to dangerous,
so they try to mold me,
force me into a shape
that fits with the crowd,
so I’m not so different
from the rest
But I’m not here to blend in
They’ll call it too much,
too emotional,
too intense
Because being you
challenges what’s been buried
Because being you
is a mirror
and some people can’t bear
to see themselves that clearly
This isn’t the breaking
This is the return
The remembering
The rising
But I was never meant to be tame
I was meant to be true
So buckle up, love
This isn’t the end
It’s the unveiling
Sending you moonlight & Truth