Unbroken Song: A Prose Poem #1282

Unbroken Song: A Prose Poem In the chill night air, don't call me by a name not mine. I stand, not in despair, enduring each gust as it signs. The mask of neutrality—a brittle facade of woven fear, Yet the truth burns bright and near. In shadows where foes lurk, contempt seeps deep, wide, Friends vanish at dawn, turning away to hide. A ghost like shattered clay on these streets, Forgotten yet unbroken where the spirit meets. But hopelessness finds no purchase here, Proud hearts persist, strong and sincere. Clutching dignity close, my flickering light stays, A tale unfolding amidst the storm's haze. Don't call me homeless, for my song goes on, A voice undimmed, I know where I belong. In shadows that gleam, a story still dreamed, A life unbroken, alive in the storm's stream. Written by Steven G. Lee (May 11, 2024)