You told me once,
“Do not give up on love...
it will find you,
the truest love.”

But when I look into your eyes,
I see it there
you, the love I cannot have.

If only you knew the mask I wear,
how I’ve been breaking in silence,
at my lowest,
still hoping
that it would be you
who finds me in love.

I saw you
and the day began to glow,
heavy clouds broke open,
pouring sunlight into my soul.

Each time our eyes meet,
I am lifted into a fleeting sky,
where time drifts softly,
and even the wind learns to sigh.

Dear one, I confess
I think I’ve fallen,
and now I dare to cradle
this tender warmth,
once frozen in me,
now awakened by you.

A fire that will not wither,
A light that will not fade,
you are the sun within my sky,
the forever my heart has made.

A decade
and still,
I keep you.

A locked chest.
A river with no mouth.
A flame in the dark,
burning only me.

Beautiful
yes.
Painful
always.

Petals fall.
Seasons pass.
I never speak.

and I fall.

I smile.
Too steady. Too still.
Inside...
thunder clawing at my ribs.

You laugh with her.
Sweet. Too sweet.
Not mine.
I go quiet.

Ghost in the corner.
Hands folded—burning.
The words rise—
I want that. For me. Only me.

But I choke.
And silence wins.
Again.

Life is a whisper
Yesterday, your laughter filled the air,
Today, the wind carries my tears.

We are candles in a restless night,
Flickering…
Never knowing
When the flame will fade.

There are some things we must go through,
A road of pain to lead us true.
We need to fall, we need to feel,
For wounds, in time, will help us heal.

Feel the ache, the sharp betrayals,
The silent cries, the dream denials.
The loss that shakes your very core,
The questions knocking at your door.

“Why of all, does it have to be me?”
A soul just longing to be free.
Why must I carry such heavy rain,
Drenched in sorrow, steeped in pain?

But in the dark where hope is thin,
A deeper strength begins within.
Scars will form, but they will guide
A story etched you cannot hide.

Some storms arrive not to destroy,
But to clear the way, renew your joy.
And though the night may stretch too long,
It shapes your soul, it makes you strong.

So let the tears fall if they must,
From shattered dreams and broken trust.
For every cry, a seed is sown,
That one day blooms when you’ve grown.

And when the dawn breaks soft and bright,
You’ll see your path bathed in new light.
And whisper gently, wild and free,
"It had to hurt... it had to be me."

When all feels lost and hope runs thin,
You don’t know where you should begin.
Your path is dark, you roam alone,
No friendly ear to hear your tone.

Yet do not yield to bleak despair,
There’s hidden beauty waiting there.
In every trial, in every test,
When we surrender, we are blessed.

Grace will fall where doubts reside,
For He will hear your every cry.
Don’t lose hope when troubles near,
There is purpose woven clear.

Though you may ask the reasons why,
Learn to trust, to yield, to try.
For blessings come when you let go,
And give Him all your fear and woe.

In surrender lies a gentle art,
A healing balm for weary hearts.
Release your burdens, trust His plan,
Find beauty in His guiding hand.