THE ONE WHO DARED

They flee from silence, chase the crowd, Wrap empty hearts in voices loud. They build their names in fleeting stone, Afraid to walk the path alone. They run from pain, disguise their fear, They play at life, but never near. They claim to know, yet drift like mist, Through days that pass and dreams they missed. But death — it waits with quiet breath, It brings the mirror none forget. And all at once, the soul must see The truths it buried silently. The loneliness, the hidden ache, The questions we refused to wake. It all returns in that one breath — The final gift we call our death. But few — a few with hearts like flame, Who walked alone and took no name, Who dared to feel, to break, to bend, To meet the void and call it friend — They lived not running, but aware, Embracing loss, and love, and air. And when they fall to earth at last, They smile — for life was never passed.