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Guiding Star, Hidden Scars: The Plight of the Eldest Daughter

The candle burning bright, ignites a fiery flame,

But as it burns at both ends, it's never quite the same.

The passion once so vibrant, now flickers under strain,

A reminder that even the strongest can feel the pain.

From tender years, she was taught to lead,

To guide her siblings, and fill their need,

But who guides the guide when they lose their way?

As she tallies her responsibilities, in a never-ending fray.

When she falters or stumbles, the sound is loud, 

The disappointment in the eyes of the crowd.

She’s meant to be flawless, a standard so high, 

Yet she’s human, imperfect, and sometimes she cries.

In the quest for perfection, she lost herself, 

Her dreams on hold, her passions on the shelf. 

She carries the weight of expectations high,

A role unchosen, under the watchful sky.

She longed to be seen, not just for her role, 

But for the person within, her own soul.

Yet who sees the sacrifice? The pain?

The sleepless night? The anxiety's heavy chain?

But for every struggle faced, a lesson learned, a strength gained,

And through the pain of growth, a pearl of wisdom is attained.

As she tries to begin again, to fill this gaping hole.

She seeks the light of dawn to mend her weary soul.

A piece of her youth is traded, for every victory she feels, 

But she ties up her hair and smiles like it's no big deal.

With pages turned and lessons learned, she now walks just fine,

She pens her soul in verses bold, in crafted and straight lines.

So lift your head dear one, and like her carry-on,  

For you are strong, courageous, and full of brawn.  

And though the weight may seem too much to bear,  

Know that you are capable and that you will get there.

[amongthestartdust]

KNOT

You said I was a knot:

hard to learn; impossible to loosen.

Yet you were able to steadfastly

keep your pace in your quest to learn me.

But then again,

 I am not, after all,

that impossible to loosen.

You are a knot, yourself.

A complicated knot, that is:

hard to learn; impossible to loosen.

Yet I was able to learn you

with steady hands and light cares.

And I, with steady grip and light tears,

 will keep this pace to loosen you.

But through the impossibility of it,

you will come to be undone;

bound to be free from this grip.

Time holds the trick.

[21stthehyperdoetrydepartment]

In the realm of dreams where courage reigns supreme, Lies the path where fear's hold becomes a distant theme. Though rejection's sting may

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From the glow of the fire, we see our past Our shadows will flicker, the memories will cast We’re tempted to let it all ignite And to watch

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The Whispers of the Peculiar River

Rivers are dreamers, but dreaming breaks their hearts, Yet among the streams, they feel peculiar, Because even during the ceaseless race,  They were able to swim out of their small waves. Persistently longing for the heaps of salty water, No matter how long and how far, it doesn’t matter. Because according to the Peculiar River, The sea is the only route to satisfy its hunger. As the river dreams of something huge,  It continuously longs for a hiatus, Even when the cold breeze overwrites its gentle deluge, They oblige themselves to stand the unwanted torture. Thriving despite criticism makes them funny, And so, some rivers doubt, am I merely like a wadi? But there was an ocean waiting in agony, Little does the river know that it’s just facing the wrong destiny. Denying the vast wonders of the vagrant water, They yank it away, believing its voyage is the wrong pattern. Drawn back by the force, dreams have vanished forever, As the embrace of the estuary welcomes the missing river. The river has done everything while its adventure lasted, But it went to bawl out until it emptied its pent, Remarkably proud of what it had and did, Yet doubting itself again and again.