I don’t know what went wrong. Everything started out fine. Like morning light slipping through an open curtain, or like laughter that didn’t have to try.
Building in soft colors; like pastels beaming through the water, fingers brushing like shy confessions. Promises folding into the quiet air. As if it all was to be kept safe.
I don’t know when the air decided to change. When warmth thinned into the coldness. When words grew into sharp edges and silence learned how to shout into the distance.
Maybe it was in the pauses. You know the ones that made you hear your own heartbeat. The walls didn’t fall all at once. They eroded overtime. A grain here, a fracture there. Until it all slipped through our fingertips like sand.
Now I stand in the outline of what was. Sunlight pouring through the roof that’s no longer. Trying to remember the sound of what was once here.
I don’t know what went wrong. Everything started out fine. And somehow, without warning, I was the dust after all.
--Second Poem to this one--
They say,
it’s supposed to get easier
with time.
The same routines,
the same hands folded in prayer.
Yet each day
feels different.
I wrote a poem earlier —
Memories of Dust.
But I never said
what it was about.
The mind is a powerful *****
until it weakens.
until it forgets.
until it fades.
Today Pastor said,
“From dust we were born
to dust we shall become.”
And I thought,
how beautiful that is,
the God knelt in the dust,
from something so small,
He created us.
But when I look at you,
the one I grew up believing
could never break,
I see
how fragile dust can be.
The mind is powerful
until it isn’t.
And love
learns how to hold
what is slipping
through its hands.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC
There was a day when life came to a beating halt.
My heart leaped
when a smile arrived,
ever so gently,
and left me feeling lighter than before.
There’s a softness in his eyes
that makes the world seem less sharp,
less scary.
If peace had a color,
it would have to borrow his
For the first time in my life,
my heart is no longer on edge.
Somehow,
the air feels easier to breathe.
Ever so often,
life places a quiet kind of magic in your path.
And somehow,
that feels like a beginning.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 12:53 AM UTC
I find myself hiding in the corners of no place at all. I know this tale is hidden in the cobwebs of someone else’s mind. I wish I meant something in this big ole’ empty house. But despair in truths. You brought someone else home.
I’m the shadow of the night walking in all these empty rooms. They start to lookin’ like big ole’ empty tombs. With bottles of memories never to be touched again. I know my place was once here but then you decided differently.
Your loved ones on the other side keep calling to me. Brothers, sisters, joining in voices. They all whisper to me. They tell me about your little adventures and then tell me to hold on. I’m the real one apparently? Something like that. They are all here telling me to hold on, but I’ve given my all.
I find myself hiding in the corners of no place at all. I know this tale is hidden in the cobwebs of someone else’s mind. I wish I meant something in this big ole’ empty house. But despairs in truth. You brought someone else home.
Locked away in princess towers I find myself kept. I know this is a long shot, but someone, “Get me out of here!” No one hears me. Maybe my voice has dissipated into thin air. I’m just the absence of the past. No worries, it won’t be long till the grim reaper comes and takes.
Haunting shadows here and now. You seemed a bit lost, so I thought I’d give you my helping hand. But you were cunning and deceiving. I guess the scorpion was set out to bite. I sent the snake to wrap its coils around you. Have a happy friend now. Lustful thoughts in shadow’s darkness, I must go on now.
I find myself hiding in the corners of no place at all. I know this tale is hidden in the cobwebs of someone else’s mind. I wish I meant something in this big ole’ empty house. But despairs in truth. You brought someone else home.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 12:12 AM UTC
I took my first breath today.
Breathing in air that laid pain in a way.
I took my first step today.
Each step, my feet burned for a day.
I took my first leap of faith today.
They tried to take my rights as it may.
Every breath I take,
Every step I make,
Every leap of faith, I quake.
Shaking every bone inside.
Gasping for the very air that poisoned me.
“Adverse the Advisory!” They speak.
Make way for the anniversary.
Shoot for the stars or they take it away.
You don’t know the story of how I became.
The answer is there, if you see that claim.
The abyss is there, “Welcome to the hell of mine.”
But please be warned, I’m not for the faint of hearts.
My story, you’ll only know the surface of waves.
Only the lucky few know how to swim out to the larger waves.
So be advised, if the story of how an infant that became a child that became a woman, grew in adversity pains you.
Know that she has dug DEEP and healed herself.
She is the essence of Resilience, Strength, and Courage.
That woman is me.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 11:57 PM UTC
Blank Canvas, ready to be picked as fate?
Blank canvas, do you know how beautiful you are?
Blank canvas, you are yet to know your own masterpiece.
Hiding in the shadows of all the grandest meadows.
Your truest light containing all mentions that are worth noting.
I love you my dearest blank canvas.
For you teach me what has purpose.
For you teach me that not everything has to be.
For you teach me not everything is set in stone.
Blank canvas, you're the epitome of my essence.
For I sit in front of you, painting all your beautiful edges.
Not knowing what you will wear today.
Not knowing if this will last forever like in a sequence of dots or a pattern of endless beginnings.
Blank canvas, you are worthy.
Don’t shy away for you are full of blessed gifts and talents.
Blank canvas, you are worthy of love, worthy of fate, worthy of all.
I love you my dearest blank canvas.
I love you.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 11:53 PM UTC
The seas found it’s uproar in raging waves.
An egg protected costs its own deliverance.
Mighty storms brew closer and darker.
How much more will it take?
She knows the words to seek in vain.
She knows the secrets to bare its claim.
You can’t hide no more.
But while you confess,
she hears its will.
The road is nearer.
Two then she’s out of here.
But when she comes back,
she won’t speak no more.
Leaving it all in the dust.
She closes the door slightly inch by inch.
Once she’s gone, she won’t speak no more.
The more you too come close to her.
The faster she will walk away.
The stormy seas with crashing waves.
In that dark blue ***** deep,
she knows her place.
Quiet and still,
she gathers those words from behind her.
The knife will cut but she won’t let it budge.
She knows what you want.
But she’ll sit quietly gathering all that is to unveil.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 11:50 PM UTC
Hello Sunshine,
You are beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you differently. You are a flower, growth. Water yourself with love. Everything will be okay. Remember people may try to take you down, but they don't know your story or what you have endured. You are a warrior! You were born and made differently.
I love you.
Sincerely,
Your Future Self.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 11:41 PM UTC
In a place of darkness there's a light so dim it's almost gone. Quietly tip toeing myself across the darkness. Deciding where this light shining comes from. You can either feed it love or you can sit in the complete darkness as the light diminishes itself out. I sit here quietly contemplating my life. Asking all the questions I could think of. What's the worth of a priceless penny that had no bearing to weigh?
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 11:36 PM UTC
Thorns deep in my corpus body that's laid in darkness ***** deep. Healing each sacred piece of my very own soul. For you pierce through the flesh that was fed. Now I lay with your fetus from your vengeful pride. Have you no thoughts or emotions that scorns the ones before you? Cutting deep in dark abyss abide. Our worlds will now collide.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 11:31 PM UTC