A face that carries olden dreams reborn. A heart that heals what the past has torn.
Threads of Time
Some moments exist between. Between knowing and unknowing. Between presence and absence. Between one world and the next. These poems belong to the spaces that defy definition, where the lines blur and meaning lingers in the in-between.
A face that carries olden dreams reborn. A heart that heals what the past has torn.
My tender heart abandoned and betrayed, Once steady nerves now shattered and decayed. Anguish and despair, searing and unfiltered, Leaving me lost and bewildered.
I spoke, but the wind exhaled my words away whispering them to the leaves instead.
A glass of fire, both bitter and sweet, Whiskey in hand, now tainted, not so neat. Shards of trust deeply cut, their edges raw A sudden plunge, a pit I never saw.
Lost in a sea of clichés drifting on phrases worn thin, where every “it’ll be okay” feels like a stone tied to my skin.
I've been feeling like I've been having some sort of energetic hangover that's lasted a few days now. Definitely not feeling the greatest, to put it mildly, and that is okay. The last few days have felt pretty intense and well, wonky. It's hard to explain but it feels just weird on an energetic level.…
"Say what you wanna sayAnd let the words fall outHonestly I wanna see you be brave" ~ from the song "Brave" by Sarah Bareilles My last post here was from 2018 which is over six years ago. I started this blog to help me in my healing journey and thought it might help someone else…