Tag: life

scars

our scars,
memories etched into our skin
with a story for each.

some gentle, like brushstrokes
reminding us of joy and laughter
from when we were young,
falling and getting back up.

others more rough,
irregular lines we’d rather forget
that sting with memories
of nights we thought we wouldn’t make it.

and then there are the ones unseen,
invisible to all but ourselves
within fractures of our mind.

one by one,
these helped weave who we are.

good or bad,
they never leave-
a map leading down a road with no end
but countless stories of survival.

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a cottage eases into the morning,
windows shining with gold.
the lake trying to rest,
sunlight whispering against its skin.

birds spread music,
dew clings to grass like glue,
coffee drifts warm through the air.

it feels unreal-
this world finally coming alive.

your hand in mine,
the horizon opens,
a quiet miracle spilling across the water
as it disappears to an alarm.

it’s time for the day to actually start,
and the dreams to stop.

temptation

the stars don’t glow the way they used to-
their light feels weak,
as if even the sky has grown tired
of pretending.

i watch them,
waiting for a spark to break through,
but they only fade,
distant and pale,
like the hollow parts of me.

the one is still there,
shining brighter than the others,
reminding me of what i seek
but cannot have.

there’s a dirt path
that keeps whispering my name,
its curve pulling me away
from the noise,
from the faces,
from myself.

i know where it leads-
to a place where i can vanish
without protest,
without sound,
like a shadow blending in
when the stars finally go dark.

for once,
maybe i’ll listen to temptation.

weight ⚓

i never thought i’d make it.
not to here.
not to anywhere.

the fear kept me above the surface-
not hope,
it was never hope-
just the knowing
that if i went under
i might drag others down with me.

so i decided to float.

years blurred into a painting.
there were lights along the way.
faces.
hands that held mine without asking why they were cold-
why they were shaking.
moments so perfect they almost convinced me
this was worth living.

and sometimes,
i forgot to be afraid.

it happened more often.
the fear unraveling,
quickly disappearing.

until the day i noticed
it was gone.

no shadow trailing me.
no weight pulling at my ankles.

just still water.
too still.

and i understood-
the weight i thought was drowning me
was the only thing
keeping me afloat.

without it,
there is only the plunge.
the silence
and the knowledge
that the surface will not call me back.

that it is over.