In the world of stories, untold and unseen,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I bring forth spoken words, in simple language keen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For within these tales, waiting to be heard,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lie the secrets and truths that have been undisturbed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Untold stories, hidden away from the light,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Longing to be shared, to take flight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the silence, they patiently reside,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seeking an audience with hearts open wide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They are the stories of those often overlooked,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Whose struggles and triumphs remain unbooked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of dreams held close, but rarely told,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yearning to break free, to unfold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
These untold stories, like whispers in the air,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hold the power to connect and repair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They speak of love, loss, and resilience,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of battles fought with unwavering brilliance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Simple stories, from everyday lives,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of ordinary people with extraordinary drives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Their journeys unique, yet relatable too,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bringing us closer, reminding us what’s true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let us be the listeners, ready and kind,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Opening our hearts, expanding our mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For within these untold tales, we may find,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A reflection of ourselves, intertwined.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So let the words flow, from heart to tongue,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sharing untold stories, old and young.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In their simplicity, they hold profound grace,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unveiling the beauty of the human race.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
These untold stories, now given voice,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bring unity and understanding, a choice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For in their telling, we bridge the divide,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Celebrating the stories we’ve kept inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So listen, my friend, with an open ear,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As these untold stories draw near.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In their simplicity, they hold so much,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Binding us together with a gentle touch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the world of stories, untold and unseen,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let us honor them, like treasures pristine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For within their simplicity lies great worth,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unleashing the power of untold stories’ birth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by Walking shadow poetry Kenya<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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In the silence, they patiently reside, Seeking […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2238,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[35,49,34,67,50,61,55,53,22,48],"class_list":["post-2236","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwords","tag-stories","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/06\/pexels-photo-6022627-1.jpeg?fit=867%2C1300&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2221,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/fathers-poem\/","url_meta":{"origin":2236,"position":0},"title":"FATHERS POEM.","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"May 30, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"In the realm of fatherhood, where untold stories reside, I present to you a spoken word journey, a heartfelt ride. 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