" The Tongue Split Open " By Jacky Kapadia A silence lived where language used to bloom, A guarded gate behind the teeth of thought; Then something stirred—an ache, a subtle wound— Where truth, long buried, fought to not be caught. The tongue split open—not in flesh, but will, A fracture born of words denied their air; Each syllable, once caged, now sharp and still, Unfolded raw, unvarnished, and laid bare. What once was smooth now trembles into sound, Divided paths of honesty and fear; Each utterance a risk, each echo profound, A trembling bridge from silence into clear. Yet through the break, a strange release is found— For fractured speech can still make meaning whole; And in the wound where quiet once was crowned, Now lives the voice, unshackled in its role. ==================END=================== #poetry, #modernpoetry, #spokenword, #creativewriting, #poem, #literature, #writersofinstagram, #poetsofinstagram, #writingcommunity, #poetrycommunity, #artofwords, #emotionalpoetry, #deepthoughts, #selfexpression, #innervoice, #truth, #healingwords, #metaphor, #symbolism, #darkpoetry, #soulwriting, #wordsmith, #poeticexpression, #literaryart, #mindfulwriting

" At the Fork " By Jacky Kapadia At the fork where quiet roads divide, One paved with echoes of what’s been, One lit by doubt and daring stride, I pause between the now and then. The first is lined with borrowed light, Familiar signs I’ve learned to read, The other bends beyond my sight, A path that asks for faith, not speed. Each choice reshapes the name I wear, Each step edits the tale I tell, For destinies are drawn in air By how we choose to walk, not dwell. So I lift my eyes from fear’s design And trust the pull of truer art— Not where the crowd has drawn the line, But where the soul declares its start. ==================END=================== #AtTheFork, #Poetry, #LifeChoices, #Crossroads, #DecisionMaking, #Journey, #SelfDiscovery, #InnerVoice, #NewBeginnings, #Reflection, #MindfulLiving, #PathLessTraveled, #Hope, #Courage, #Growth #poem