A Voice Undimmed #1283

A Voice Undimmed In the night air, don't call me by a name that isn't mine, For I stand, not in despair, but enduring the chill's sign. This mask of neutrality is brittle and clear, A facade of woven fear, yet the truth still burns near. In the shadow of my foes, contempt seeps deep and wide, Friends turn away in daylight, fleeing my side. I'm a ghost, discarded like shattered clay, Forgotten on these streets, where my spirit does sway. But hopelessness finds no purchase here, For my proud heart persists, beating strong and sincere. Clutching dignity close, my flickering light remains, A narrative unfolding, alive in the storm's refrain. Don't call me homeless—there's more to my song, I am a voice undimmed, asserting where I belong. A story still written in shadows that gleam, A life unbroken, demanding to dream. Written by Steven G. Lee (May 11, 2024)