Tag: new beginnings

🎂

the clock reaches twelve,
like it’s been waiting all year
to do this to me.

no candles,
no voices filled with song,
just the wind stinging my cheeks.

my birthday ends,
and nothing arrives with it.

the quiet invites itself in,
so heavy it knocks the air out of me,
louder than any wish i never said out loud.

a single tear slips free-
warm, unannounced,
as if my body understood before i did.

this is the moment
where hope stops pretending-
where endings are finished.

the past feels distant now,
names erased by time,
memories thinning like old photographs left in the sun

i don’t argue anymore-
i just listen
as the clock ticks.

and in that stillness,
i finally understand.

this was the sign-
the last one i needed.

🎆

another cycle complete,
highs that made me feel invincible,
lows that almost swallowed me whole.
chaos in between,
like the world had no idea what its plan was.

loved deeply,
cried harder than i thought possible,
smiled until it hurt,
laughed so much that i went silent.

screamed at the universe,
and then sat in its peace,
finding stillness in the spaces between the noise.

stood at that cliff and took in life,
every memory began to flood
as i closed my eyes and took a leap-
landed on my feet.

through it all,
still standing, still breathing,
and somehow,
i’m so damn happy.

this year was mine.
all the mess, all the beauty,
i made it through,
and i wouldn’t have it any other way.

my story

i wake with a similar pain,
an aching jolt that reminds me
the world will not be kind
for free.

the page feels heavy,
the ink as tired as i am-
like each word has to drag itself
out of a pit.

a soft breeze accompanies me,
flipping the pages with ease
as i stand by and watch,
astonished by the feat.

once it settles,
i place my hand on the next line
and feel the weight shift,
feel the story pulse beneath my palm-
steady and warm
like a heartbeat i had forgotten was mine.

the breeze returns once more,
and this time,
it wraps around my hand,
lingering, patient,
sitting with me as i begin the next chapter
in a story i have ignored for too long.

and so,
with the page open
and the air on my side,
i begin my story.

remember me.

this world shelters many,
offering warmth to the lost.

i try the same-
to give the forgotten
a place to rest,
to breathe,
to rise again.

i search the chaos
for what’s gone missing:
a smile, a pulse,
a reason to stay.

i’ll find it for you,
because you deserve to feel whole.
and when you leave-
as you should-
just remember me
as the quiet place
that held you once.

that is my purpose:
to help
until i fade.

at the edge

i stood at the edge,
the wind tasting of salt and freedom,
the drop and the silence below
calling themselves peace.

i used to think that falling
was the only way to stop from breaking,
that the world would understand
why the air didn’t catch me.

my toes curled over stone,
the ocean marking my target
as i took a deep breath in,
bracing for the shove.

but it never came.

the horizon sang
with a beauty and hum
i will never forget-
the sky golden and alive
as i opened my eyes.

my ache is still here,
but it beats with my heart-
asking me to stay.

i took my step back,
not in fear,
but in wonder
at how much more there is to live for.

🤖

rusted gears grinding
as the body fell apart,
forcing itself to push
without any strength.

sparks caught,
oil spilled,
rhythm ruined by the stutter,
but the machine still had some life.

in the quiet hours one day,
a soft click took place-
a slow whir
as the heart found its beat.

the pulse has returned,
running with a smoothness
it has not had in years.
still scratched, still scarred,
but humming-
a machine that remembers breaking
and still tracks time beautifully.

today

for so long,
the sky has been dark-
heavy with tears,
full of pressure.

clouds hold me down,
not letting light shine on me
as the days grow longer
and emotions buckle.

today, a mistake was made
and a gap was forgotten,
allowing a ray to reach me
and provide me warmth.

it did not heal me fully,
nor did it feel like joy,
yet,
but it felt like the first step
out of a locked room.

what if


what if i stop at the terminal
and watch my plane soar,
the return home
put on pause
as i restart

what if i step forward
and the world bends-
new streets, new faces,
the echo of my name
falling from mouths i don’t know

what if i leave behind
every familiar shadow,
every hand that ever held my own
to stand in the silence
of my own making

what if this is it-
the chosen moment
before the world trembles
and everything
becomes something else

what if it’s my time