Whispers Of The Hidden Poem by Orbiam Simon

Not every door
‎Is meant to open,
‎Not every word
‎Is meant to be spoken
‎The earth remembers
‎What men forget,
‎And silence holds
‎Its deepest debt.
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‎A secret kept
‎Can be a crown,
‎A broken trust
‎Can drag you down
‎The truth is close—
‎Beneath your skin,
‎Yet the hardest battle
‎Is found within.
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‎The spirit's law
‎Is what sustains,
‎A quiet fire
‎That still remains
‎The world may bow
‎To what is false,
‎But faith rewrites
‎The final waltz.
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‎For quests don't end,
‎They shift, they bend—
‎what you defend
‎Is what you depends on.
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