I walked through valleys heavy with fear, Shadows clung close, the silence severe. Each step a burden, each day a test, A longing for shelter, a place of rest.
The doors behind me closed with chains, Echoes of torment, unshaken pains. I carried my story through sleepless skies, Hiding my sorrow, yet steady in cries.…
There was a time I wore the crown, In mirrored halls of polished brown. Where doors would part with silent grace, And all I met knew well my face.
My feet were swift, my steps were known, The sky, it seemed, was mine alone. A thousand voices shaped my days, Yet none could pause the…