How Connected Are We Really?

The trial of growth, the imbalance of heights, and finding dignity in the shallows.

By Caitlin CharltonPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

How connected are we really?

Canopy tree, reach high towards the filtered sky

As I breathe through my lungs of brittle twigs.

I settle like silt ballast under your vault,

Weighted down by gravity, hard speck by hard speck.

Stone by stone, building a foundation in the dark,

My own heartwood, hidden deep

Guarded inside the chambers of my chest.

Just outside that subaudible leak, that hush of leaves

You stand high, but the sky still reflects in my eyes

The trial is in the bearing, and I will meet you some day.

A/N: Have you ever felt like you were building your own foundation in the dark while waiting for your time to reach the sky?

Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.

A survivor reclaiming her territory.

I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.

Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠

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