I carry worlds within my chest,
silent storms I don’t confess.
A smile, a nod,a quiet plea,
hoping someone sees through me.

There surely must be some evolutionary benefit for me constantly assuming the best in people.

-inspired by Vianne Lior's Dove in Bloom

Somewhere between
Reality and reverie
I see, and it becomes

The birds bloom
And fly in flows
Pinions full-blown

I could scarcely paint
A more beautiful picture
As they with sinew

Strive to stay ground-free

Your mere existence,
brought calm to the chaos,
and was enough to still my world.

But I failed to see,
the cracks in your sky,
from the weight of your silent ache.

I asked for peace,
not knowing I sought it,
from a gentle heart already drowning.