Love often whispers through the simplest of words. “You’re beautiful,” a gentle reminder of the light you bring into the world. “Want something to drink?” a small gesture of care, offering comfort in a cup. “Watch your step,” a subtle protection, ensuring your path is safe. “Let’s watch a movie,” an invitation to share time, to laugh, to cry, to be together. “What are you up to?” a curiosity that bridges the distance, showing interest in your world. “How is your day so far?” a question that opens the door to your heart, inviting you to share your joys and … Continue reading Whispers of Love in Everyday Moments

Since I lost myself in the canyons of your skin, I’ve wandered through the labyrinth of life, seeking fragments of my soul in the bustling streets, the hallowed halls of ancient churches, and even the worn soles of my shoes. Perhaps, I mused, I could uncover my essence behind my eyelids, within the pages of a book of sonnets, or at the bottom of a forgotten well. In the quiet moments of mundane tasks, I would whisper poetry to myself, a gentle reminder of the person I once aspired to be. Yet, with each passing day, I felt pieces of … Continue reading Seeking Lost Fragments

Forgive me. I failed to hear your voice, and in the silence feared that you had left me. I had trained my ears to hear a booming sound. I yearned for a clear bell, straining to hear the call that would surely come. The loud shout that would rise over the fog with conviction. I raged and wept and writhed in the vast silence my mind perceived. It assaulted my every sense. Why would you not make yourself known to me? I, who strained so earnestly to hear your command. In my presumptuous overreaching I deafened myself to the soft, … Continue reading The Whisper in the Silence

He treats me like I’m a lost bird, delicate and adrift. He tiptoes around me, gently dropping little bits of food, hoping I’ll inch closer, hoping I’ll trust him. But I fell out of my nest too long ago. The world has left its marks on me, and I can’t be domesticated. I’m a lost, scared, fragile bird with broken wings that can’t heal. I watch him from my side of the glass, a barrier that keeps us apart. He looks in at me with eyes full of hope and sorrow, wishing he could mend what’s broken. But I remain … Continue reading The Lost Bird

Smoke still sits on the battlefieldBut I hear music in the airOr is that the ringing in my earsMaybe I’m to shell shocked to careI’ve lost my bearings, I’m not sure whereTo go, or turn, or stop, or stare Looks like rubble around me I told myself I’d never be weak enough to fightYet here I am, sprawled out in a meadowStained with surprise and subtle sorrowNot a mark on me butBewilderment slips out of me like bloodDazed and confused as to exactly what happened Something tells me this isn’t the end Somewhere a lone sentinel standsSeeking my heart with … Continue reading Where were you last night?