Gratitude
A Room That Forgot How to Echo
The clock in the hallway hadn’t ticked in three years. But Mia still wound it every Sunday morning, like muscle memory that refused to forget. The same way she left the porch light on at night. The same way she kept his shoes by the door.
By Shakil Sorkarabout a year ago in Poets
"The Last Cup of Coffee"
The bell above the door chimed as Elena stepped into the tiny café on 7th Avenue, brushing snow from her coat and pulling the scarf tighter around her neck. The place was warm, humming with quiet conversations and the soft hiss of the espresso machine. She ordered her usual — one black coffee, one oat milk latte — and took a seat by the window.
By Shakil Sorkarabout a year ago in Poets
Ready the Weapon of Praise
We are of the Light, in the Light and for the Light. We are not afraid to walk through the Valley of the Shadows because the Light guides us, shines outwardly from us to keep us safe. The shadows taunt, flaunt, want to cause fear. The shadows shout to cause doubt of self. But we're just passing through...
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Everything Turns Out All Right in the End
Walking into the cancer center I saw that ☝️ a sign made for ___Me ________________Bolt⚡ I am a Warrior. I've written two haikus about my day. May 16, 2025. My dear friends on Vocal have expressed concerns about me. I appreciate it! But I am fine. About eleven hours after experiencing needles as long as my forearm, I only have minor discomfort. I feel emotionally hollow. Drained. But my spirit isn't disturbed. And in some ways, today's exhausting procedure may have been a blessing in disguise. I'll know more tomorrow and share what I know. Have Faith. If it's not alright now, it will be, with patience. A soft soul with a solid heart can overcome anything.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
