The Weight of His Steps

He does not linger in borrowed light,

Nor bend his voice to please the crowd.

His silence is sharper than any blade,

His footsteps steady, unbowed.

The world may whisper, twist, and turn,

Demanding masks to hide the face.

But he carries truth within his chest,

A fire no storm can erase.

He leaves behind the chains of doubt,

The shadows that begged him to stay.

With every stride, his spirit grows

A sovereign soul, finding his way.

No crown, no throne, no fleeting fame,

Can match the strength that he has found.

For power blooms when truth is kept,

And roots run deep in sacred ground.

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To walk away with truth is to walk away with power.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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