upon the calm facade of placid seas
a storm within the depths begins to grow
unspoken truths and hidden vulnerabilities
the silent fears that none may ever know.
how many tears have fallen in the night
concealed behind the veil of stoic grace?
how many doubts are cloaked from sight
as confidence is worn upon the face?
the path of strength can be a lonely road
where toughness masks the aching heart
unyielding roles become a heavy load
a fragile soul concealed in every part.
yet still we tread the courses set by fate
to build, create and ever forward stride
but may the inner child communicate
and let the quiet truths no more reside.
for in the echo of the self we keep
it often feels we’re lost within the sea
oh, let the depths no longer make us weep
and set the hidden facets wholly free.
