Tag: new beginnings

i rose.

i sat in the hole,
hands raw from clawing at stone,
eyes filled with tears.

for so long
the walls looked endless,
my voice unable to be heard.

but then-
a sliver of light
peaked over the edge,
dim, patient,
waiting for me to notice.

step by step
i rose,
bones aching,
heart unsure,
mind fearful.

when my fingers touched the edge
and the sun shined down on me,
soft and warm,
i knew
there was still a place
for me in this world.

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.

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.

🧳

i tucked my life into a suitcase,
shirts still holding the shape of my hangers,
memories tucked between zippers.

the floor creaked like it knew,
but no one else did.

no note.
no goodbye.
just the soft click of the door
closing behind me,
like a breath held too long.

the morning was gray,
grass still full of dew,
and the silence
finally had a chance to speak.

the car started up,
a slow cry as if
it was pleading for me to stay-
to at least tell them my thoughts.

goodbye would have hurt too much-
made me second guess
and likely stay.

the road is smooth,
humming as the adventure begins.