Imaginings
Though marred by pain, my heart still dares to beat—
It holds true tales of love, both lost and found,
Of heroes brave, of villains in defeat,
Of dreams once held, now scattered on the ground.
Through winter’s chill and summer’s golden light,
I’ve stood the test of time—unchanged, yet grown—
A trove of truths in fiction’s gentle sleight,
Where hope and history find a shared home.
Within my lines, a mirror to the soul:
Battles fought in ink, both triumph and despair,
Whispers of wisdom from ages long ago,
Dreams shaped by joy and burdened by care.
In every verse, reality resides—
Not just escape, but struggle, strength, and grace.
Imagination’s door swings open wide
To worlds that time and memory can’t erase.
So do not judge the cover or the frame—
Look deeper, where the soul begins to shine.
I offer more than paper, ink, or name—
A living truth made line by earnest line.
If you would read me, pause and read me well:
These pages hold the echoes of my past.
In darkest night or dawn’s awakening swell,
You’ll find a voice—one meant to ever last.
Upon this shelf, I leave a piece of me,
A fragment waiting for your eyes alone.
And should you find yourself in what you see,
You’ve touched my soul—and recognized your own.
WoPoLi 
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