"What bends in storm will rise again in sky." The branches reach though storms may tear them wide, their fingers aching for a distant flame.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
"The wind paused to hear you breathe. The soil remembered your footsteps." The soil remembers every step you made, its silence carries what I could not keep.
"There is a silence older than sorrow." There is a silence older than the grave, it waits in shadows, humming where we go.
"The stars remember. The Earth records." The stars remember what the soul has lost, the nightjar sings where silence learns to stay.
"The White Flame never dies. It transforms, it rises again." The flame endures, though ashes veil its face, a fire reborn within the darkened song.
"The wind paused to hear you breathe. The soil remembered your footsteps." The wind still pauses where your breath once lay,
"Between loss and remembrance lies a realm of silent echoes." Between the worlds, the silence holds its song, a voice half-gone, yet lingering in stone.
The word I never spoke still waits for me, it lingers heavy where the silence grows. The branches tremble with its memory.
I follow the shadow that will not let go, its breath entwined with every step I take. The roots remember what the rivers know.
The silence lingers though the night has turned, I walk the fields where shadows keep their song. The flame once given cannot be unburned.
The past still whispers everything I’ve lost. I strive to efface the memories that won’t fade. I pay forever for the choice I made.
By Jassy La’Nae about a year ago in Poets
Behind the quiet mask I wear, I grieve, A smile stitched tight where sorrow used to stay. I gave you up — and still, I can't believe.
By Baby Josieabout a year ago in Poets
