Tics speak truths my voice won’t utter,
a stuttered drum beneath my calm facade
They ripple through my quiet moments,
soft insistence of a song unsung.
In every blink and breath that wavers,
I find the honesty I often hide,
the unbidden rhythm of being alive,
the body’s secret hymn of self.
This dance of impulse draws me inward,
rooms stretched wide with solitude’s hush,
where I learn to meet each twitch with grace,
and discover beauty in the unexpected.
For in the pulse of every tremor,
lies a deeper, steadfast truth:
that strength resides in what we cannot choose,
and courage blooms where control gives way.
For reference of what this poem is about: https://lifelibertypizza.com/2025/02/14/the-weight-of-time-and-the-pull-of-solitude/
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