She built walls higher than her dreamy hopes,
But let herself carve tiny cracks -
for warmth felt better than safety.
She let herself be silly,
She let herself feel.
Until the last brick fell,
And she was left to freeze in the cold.
So,
Let her be a story untold,
Let her be a song unsung,
Let her be a legend forgotten,
Let her be chained -
But don’t let her die.
She’s a gem hidden,
Waiting to be discovered.
--Lekha, the._.unspoken._words on Instagram, 18/07/2025
This poem has been written with the assistance of AI
Theme : Love, Self