Here's to the girls with shadows in their eyes,
Here's to the girls who feel the weight of lies.
Here's to the girls who see a flawed reflection,
Here's to the girls facing constant dejection.


Here's to the girls with dreams tucked deep inside,
Here's to the girls who feel they have to hide.
Here's to the girls who battle every day,
Here's to the girls who long to find a way.


Here's to the girls who think they aren't enough,
Here's to the girls who feel life is too tough.
Here's to the girls on the verge of letting go,
Here's to the girls where silent teardrops flow.


Here's to the girls who need a gentle hand,
Here's to the girls who need to understand.
Here's to the girls, your worth is shining bright,
Here's to the girls, embrace your inner light.


So, my loves, remember who you are,
My loves go, reach for that star.
Don't ever give in, don't ever give your fight,
Here's to you girls, you will make it through the night.

There is not enough quiet,
in this world so loud,
a screaming symphony
of notifications and needs.

A hum,
a thrum,
a constant, gnawing crowd
pressing in, planting anxious little seeds.

Where everything is a race,
where you run till you drown,
chasing shadows,
fleeting glimpses of "enough."

Lost in the echo chamber
of this bustling town,
yearning for stillness,
a touch, gentle and rough.

Like the wind
whispering secrets through tall grass,
or the soft fall of snow
on a winter's night.

A space to breathe,
a moment that will last,
beyond the blinding glare
of artificial light.

A quiet heart,
a quiet mind,
a quiet soul,
lost in the static, searching for control.

You’d think that it would be easy, after all this time.
But I still look for your ghost.

Lost.

A whisper in the wind, a fading trace,
A heart adrift in empty, hollow space.
No landmarks rise, no guiding star to see,
Just endless grey where hope used to be.

Lost in the woods of doubt, a tangled vine,
Where shadows dance and twist in serpentine.
Each step a gamble, forward into fear,
A silent scream that no one seems to hear.

Lost in the crowd, a face without a name,
A flicker lost within a burning flame.
No recognition, no familiar hand,
Just anonymity across the land.

Lost in a dream, a phantom memory,
Clinging to fragments of what used to be.
A fragile echo of a life unknown,
A seed of longing, desperately sown.

Lost to the self, a fractured, shattered soul,
Searching for solace to make it whole.
A journey inward, a desperate plea,
To find the path back to what I can be.

But even lost, a chance to start anew,
To forge a self, resilient, strong, and true.
To shed the old, embrace the unknown way,
And find a purpose in the dawning day.

The house echoes so loud now.
Sunlight falls,
dust motes dancing.
He used to chase them,
a blur.
Now just the quiet remains.
My hand still reaches for fur.

Everywhere,
his ghost lingers,
A favorite toy,
untouched now.
The park we walked,
feels wrong,
Empty pathways taunt me,
Where is your happy bark now?

Lonely world,
rearranged wrong.
Each day a mountain to climb.
Looking for you in the breeze,
In every kind, gentle face.

Maybe in dreams,
we'll meet.
Running free,
no more pain.
Until then,
I search for you,
In this life,
so strange and new,
Hoping one day,
I will see you again.

On the floor,
against the wall,
someone screaming, “call for help”
spinning, can’t focus.
the chipped paint mocks me.

Voices fade,
in and out,
a distant siren wails, a plea?

My own breath,
shallow, tight,
is this really happening now?

The cold tile,
a harsh embrace,
numbness creeping, slowly stealing.

Just stay awake,
just breathe deep,
before it all disappears.

Is that my name they’re calling?
Everything is getting dark.

She smiles,
just a little,
and the tension in my shoulders
melts,
like snow on warm skin.

Her voice,
a low, steady current,
is like coming home.
This girl,
with her soft eyes,
and gentle words,
is…

the harbor in my storm,
the fire in my winter,
the reason I remember
how to breathe again.

She is the quiet promise
whispered in the wind,
that peace, at last,
might finally be granted.

She is the reason
my heart knows how to beat,
a melody both ancient
and eternally new.
She is sanctuary,
in its purest form,
a haven built of kindness,
and offered just to me.