The Architect of My Inner Space

I need to be the architect of my inner space—my mind, my soul, my emotions. I can’t let old games hold the blueprint, or let fear build walls where love left a door.The heart gets confused when pain teaches it to read truth like a trick. But not every love comes masked. Not every “too good to be true” is too good to believe. So I open my eyes, let light in, and see what stands before me—not what the world trained me to fear.

© Slam Poetry by Lucyalia 2024–2026. All poems are copyrighted. Any use requires credit to @Lucyalia. All rights reserved.

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