Every artist has a story,
Not just colors on a canvas,
But reasons behind every shade they choose.
Not just rhythms in a rhyme,
But echoes of battles they rarely speak of.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because behind every masterpiece,
There\u2019s a mess no one sees.
And behind every performance,
There\u2019s a pain someone had to survive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You may admire the art,
but do you also feel the ache?
Because each stroke is a scar,
and each lyric, a layered memory.
Even though they smile on stage,
many carry silence like a second skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This? This isn\u2019t just creativity.
This is survival dressed in stanzas.
So when we speak,
we\u2019re not just performing, we\u2019re peeling.
Layer by layer, word by word,
we let you in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For some, this mic is the only place
where their truth doesn\u2019t shake.
It\u2019s the one space
where their voice doesn\u2019t feel like too much.
Therefore, we show up unfiltered, unafraid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even when the world tells us to tone it down,
we turn it up, because our stories matter.
As a result, these lines carry more than syllables,
they carry soul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes we write
because we couldn\u2019t scream.
Other times we speak
because it\u2019s the only way to breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And while not everyone will understand,
we still tell it.
Because someone out there
has felt the same darkness
and needs our words like oxygen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the end,
this mic becomes more than a stage,
it becomes a sanctuary.
It becomes the first place
some of us ever felt heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, listen.
Not just with your ears,
but with your empathy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because every artist has a story,
and finally,
this is where it\u2019s heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, when you hear us,
Don\u2019t just clap for the rhyme.
Feel the resurrection in every line.
Because what you\u2019re witnessing
isn\u2019t just art\u2014it\u2019s survival.
And every verse we speak
is proof:
we made it out
and we\u2019re still here\u2026
loud, unfiltered, and alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(10) Facebook<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Walking Shadow Poetry – Grow from what\u2019s meant to kill you.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n