Story Untold

Let it blaze, let it change, let it finally reach the next stage of empathetic understanding —This is the words I kept for the dawn; a story untold, the truth unfold.

I found a thought in -
the corner of my mind,
Dusted off the ink that I left behind.
There’s a line in the common and unusual,
Truth sometimes twisted and blurred, 
worldwide communication gaps are enlarged.

I held my value through the difficult time,
Told myself the truth can be clarified.
The inner voices in my mind are still there;
Like a whisper that never learned to delight.
I’m tired of being misunderstood,
trying to articulate, persuade, influence, 

all the time.


Cause my story was untold,
Not because it wasn’t comprehensive —
But because those hidden realm.
So I was meant to let it unfold,
share insight, share global wisdom.

Now the truth is lighting up my mind.
If I speak, can it be persuasive？
If I keep silent, can you read mind?
accurately interpretate-
the nuances of my experience —
A story untold, the truth unfold.


There’s a shadow in -
every “maybe later,”
Like a storm learning how to wash off dust.
I try to re-energize myself,
in the dark of the moment, in the seasonal shift.
Highlight the storylines till it learns my tones.
But the road don’t care how afraid we get,
It only asks what we choose to explore.
So I’m tearing out the fear, I’ve been through,
Turning all the almost into the sure things.

And I’m tired of those hidden voices,
tired of being unsure, ignored.
’Cause my story was untold,
Not because it wasn’t bold —
But because the world is more complex than what I thought.
Now I’m tired of being misunderstood,
I’m tired of feeling unfair.
Of the choices that let it go,
keep moving forward,
as our world does so.

If we speak, can we articulate?
If we change, can we create the momentum?
Let's understand the world of differences.
A story untold, the truth unfold,
That's the influence we intend to make.


Let it shake, let it shine though
Let it brighten up the shadow under the open sky
Every tear was a seed I water to let it grow.
I’ll write it loud, I’ll write it whole—
No more hiding under what I’ve been through.
If nature could speak , it would say: go.


Yeah, my story is untold—
But not for lack of courageous spirit.
I just waited till people have empathetic feels.
Now I’m conveying the hidden truth,
 “what happened” for all those years.
overcoming the fear I felt.

Let it blaze, let it change,
Let it finally reach the next stage of profound understanding —
This is the words I kept for the dawn:
A story untold, the truth unfold.

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