Poetry & Prose, where silence finds its voice
May you find refuge in it..
Poetry you cannot let go of.
May you find refuge in it..
Poetry & Prose
Where silence finds its voice…
May you find refuge in it..
This is where my quiet turns into language. Here, I cradle every bruise until it blooms into red, not the red of blood but the red of love.
Welcome to the raw, unfiltered pages of my inner world.
Poetry & Prose
Choose what feels right for you, love.
Romanticize your ruin until it feels like home/then stand on its top/scream that it's fine/ forget what your voice sounds like when it isn't breaking/grow around grief/not over it.
Carry all that ache not as a burden but as who you are, who you have been all along. Grief doesn't cause you harm rather it is the weight you need to carry to finally rise again.
I think I'll love you to the moment of disappearance, like rivers returning to the sea/devoting. I will love you even after 10 years like shadows stretching at dusk/inevitable and unfading.
what do the Gods do with the prayers they cannot answer? Do they let it vanish beneath the ache? or do they cast them into dreams we forget by the morning? Maybe they forgot how to...
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