Easter Bride

In everyday life, I blend with the crowd,

A simple girl, humble, and not too loud.

My days are plain, my path well-trod,

A quiet soul, with dreams unexplored.

I wake with the sun, and sleep with the night,

I smile when I’m happy, keep tears out of sight.

I speak when needed, I laugh with my friends,

The life I live feels peaceful, no need to pretend.

I walk the streets in shoes worn thin,

A gentle soul beneath my skin.

My world is small, yet it’s all I know,

A tender existence, soft and slow.

But deep inside, where secrets lie,

A power stirs that I cannot deny.

It’s buried, hidden, kept away,

A gift so powerful, I dare not say.

No one sees, not a soul can tell,

The magic I carry, the weight I quell.

I walk among them, with eyes cast low,

But there's more to me that they don’t know.

I am a girl of simple grace,

Yet within me, there’s another place.

A world of light, of fire and flame,

A world where no one can say my name.

In quiet moments, when the night is still,

I feel the surge, the force, the thrill.

It calls to me like a whispered prayer,

A strength inside that’s always there.

But I hold it close, I keep it tight,

A secret shadow in the dead of night.

For what would they say, what would they see,

If they knew the truth that lies in me?

For I am more than what appears,

A keeper of power, a face of fears.

But none suspect the life I keep,

For all they see is the girl they meet.

They call me “the Easter bride,”

A name that hides what I’ve defied.

It’s a title passed down, from years before,

A symbol of power, of something more.

No one understands the weight I bear,

The life I lead with a secret to share.

They think it’s just a name they gave,

But the truth is something I must save.

The Easter bride is not just a role,

It’s a mark that reflects my soul.

A girl with a gift she can’t explain,

A force that hums within her veins.

I’ve never told a soul the truth,

The power that lies in the heart of youth.

For fear they’ll take it, for fear they’ll see,

That the girl they know is not truly me.

In moments of silence, when all seems still,

I sense the magic, I feel the thrill.

It’s not a curse, it’s not a gift,

It’s the pulse of life, a sacred rift.

I could reveal it, but I won’t—

For I’ve learned to live with what I know.

To carry the burden, to never let go,

Of the power that hides and continues to grow.

And so I walk, as I’ve always done,

A simple girl beneath the sun.

But the world will never see,

The Easter bride that lives in me.

I am quiet, I am kind,

I live the life I’ve made and designed.

But I hold the secret, so deep inside,

That’s why they call me the Easter bride.

For in this heart, there’s more than peace,

A force within that will never cease.

And though they’ll never know the truth I hide,

The Easter bride walks with strength and pride.

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