You don’t have to be
strong every moment.
You’re allowed to
fall apart sometimes.
To miss them.
To grieve
the family
and the home
that’s no longer
yours in the way
it used to be.

In the tapestry of life, we weave,
Threads of moments, hearts that grieve.
Many have died,
Leaving parts of themselves behind.

In the quiet whispers of the night,
Their essence lingers, soft and light.
More felt and understood, we find,
These moments shared, heart and mind.

With you, the veil of time does part,
Revealing truths within the heart.
Together, we embrace the past,
And find the love that ever lasts.

So let us cherish every breath,
For in each moment, life and death.
In the presence of a kindred soul,
We find the pieces that make us whole.

He wakes each day with a spark in his chest
A quiet whisper, "This time's, my best."
But the hours dissolve like sand through his hands
Leaving behind half-built plans

The world seems to race, a river too swift
He’s caught in the current, adrift, adrift
Each promise he makes, each vow to achieve
Dissolves in the shadow of dreams he can't weave

His home echoes soft with unmet intent
A partner's sigh, a love half-spent
Conversations linger, threads left to fray
Words unspoken at the close of the day

At work, his desk tells tales of delay
Piles of tasks like clouds turning gray
The ladder he climbs bends under his weight
Each rung a reminder he’s always too late

And yet, in his heart, a flame still burns
A stubborn flicker, a longing that yearns
To be the man his younger self saw
To mend his cracks, to rise from the flaw

But the maze is vast, and the path unclear
He carries the burden of hope and fear
He doesn’t see failure; he sees the fight
A life still searching for its light

@Erennwrites

Inquire of my condition,
"I have an ill heart "shall I retort,
For it fails every single one of my logic,
Over a petty whim,
A dull heart is the cause of my misery I have come to know,
But I hope to not grieve,
And for it to not show.

There is no why
For now
Only goodbye...
For now

We may not
Be able
To heal
Each others wounds
But we can
Compare
Share
And
Admire
Each
Other's
Scars