Under A Different Name
In this poem, I will try to explain to you, dear Medium user, why I like to use a pseudonym to write online.
I use the power of anonymity, not to hurt or to deceive,
But to create something beautiful, a world you can’t perceive.
In the cloak of obscurity, my muse finds its wings,
A tapestry of words woven, the joy creation brings.
Free from the weight of judgment, the burden of acclaim,
I dance within the shadows, where dreams hold no name.
With every stroke of verse, I paint colors unseen,
Whispering melodies, where silence lies between.
In this realm of mystery, where identities dissolve,
I sculpt emotions, untangle stories, and mysteries untold.
I am an artist of the hidden, a sculptor of the unseen,
Breathing life into words, where truth and fiction convene.
The anonymity grants me liberation, a boundless expanse,
To shape narratives and worlds, to give them a chance.
I pour my heart onto pages, where vulnerability thrives,
Where empathy and connection transcend our separate lives.
No masks, no preconceptions, just the raw essence of art,
Unfolding like petals, revealing truths in every part.
Through the power of anonymity, I walk a path untamed,
Exploring the human spirit, where compassion is unchained.
For in this realm, devoid of judgment and strife,
I find solace and freedom, embracing the beauty of life.
I am a creator, guided by whispers and unseen hands,
Bridging gaps between souls, uniting distant lands.
So, let my words be a testament, a testament to the unseen,
To the magic of creation, where anonymity reigns supreme.
With each stroke of the pen, I bring forth something new,
A symphony of emotions, an ode to the enigmatic and true.
I use the power of anonymity, not to hurt or deceive,
But to create something beautiful, to inspire, to believe.
For in the depths of the unknown, where shadows reside,
I find my voice, and through art, my spirit soars wide.
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