A Testament Rooted in Soil
A trunk stands tall,as I try to do. Its roots fasten tightlyto what does not waver,with a will to livestronger than any I’ve witnessedin humankind. Resilient. Forgiving.Offering a warm embraceto all who lean upon it. Its branches stretch toward heaven, life blooming at its fingertips, speaking in a languageolder than words.An excess of energy, given…
What I Refuse to Carry
Why do you wear the weight, That was never yours to bear? Wounds carved by another’s hand, Yet you bleed as if you care. Why punish your heart today, For shadows you didn’t cast? Their sins belong to yesterday—You are not bound to their past.
When the Cycle Breaks
They feed on me, So I feed myself,My hands move, Incessantly,To the mouth that feeds. Food is fuel, Yet food is fear,And the food I fearDespises me. It loathes me, And numbs me,And in return, I loathe myself, So I numb myself. The cycle spins—Round and round,Endless loathing, Endless numbing. But in a mindful moment—a…
To Roam Freely
I roam where the mountain kisses the sky,No chains on my wings, no anchors that tie. In forests that whisper, where moonlight divides.A soul of the wind, where the current resides. No tether can hold me, no wall can confine, I drift with the stars and drink from the pine. Like echoes of thunder, I’m…
Questions to a Mirror
What have I done? And who am I, really?When I say I am what I am, Am I a liar? I question my own words,Fasten them to a setting sun,One minute here and true,The next, void and invisible to the world. Incompatible with myself,Instigating brokenness,No one at fault,But me. A thief, I steal from the…
The Pages & The Words
Words never lie to a pagethat holds no judgment.They linger there—like ghosts firmly pressed into a white sheet,until a passing breezeloosens their gripand sends them away,forgottenas if they had never arrived. The words are rarely lighthearted.Though I did not step into a fairytalewhen they struck the page—and yet the page never flinched at my rhetoric.It…
The Nonconformist Culture 