The Phoenix And The Faceless Man Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

In the quiet whispers of a digital space,
A faceless man sought my grace.
Long messages, like rivers flowed,
While my replies, mere drops bestowed.

He spun tales of poems and dreams,
Of novels, stories, and distant gleams.
In the midst of academic strife,
I spoke little of my life.

But one day, he turned his tone,
Claimed falsehoods I'd never known.
In public, he smeared my name,
With lies, he ignited a shameful flame.

My loved ones, instead of support,
Blamed me, their words cut short.
'Leave the site, ' they sternly said,
'Hide your face, be silent, dread.'

But why should I hide when I'm not wrong?
Why silence my voice, my spirit strong?
Why leave the platform, my digital home,
Because of a man's deceitful tome?

I will not cower, I will not hide,
I'll stand tall with unwavering pride.
I am a phoenix, born anew,
From the heat of falsehoods, I'll break through.

My face will shine, my voice will soar,
I'll live my truth, my spirit roar.
For in the sun's heat, I do not die,
I rise again, I reach the sky.

Let the faceless man slink away,
For I have my words, and they'll stay.
I am unbroken, I am free,
A phoenix bird, eternally me.