Born beneath the fleeting sun
our feet capture the grasp of shadows
with only the little humanity we have left
we try to find hope
but we can’t even acquire a fragile hope at best
so for now we can only do a quiet prayer
for a sign of gratitude to ease our minds
the wind doesn’t whisper to our backs with gentle breaths
the stars won’t shine our direction to keep us at the right track
the earth’s soil is cold with rough edges underneath
and we only have tough road that we can climb but will try to weigh us down
no easy lines for us to go but rather trails filled with spirals that lead to nowhere
the night does not grant us rain
but rather long nights to only see nothing in the sky
yet we are determined to stand
hoping to win the righteousness in a time of need
within the darkness a great inferno rises
a beautiful spark that burns when approached
we huddle around and chant songs of liberty
defying the constellations that look down with pity
our scars form maps with no traces of the truth
our hearts beat in the rhythm of drums
so loud that it makes our ears ring
the luck we have is not ours to hold in our palms
it is through the pain we learn to heal
with every step, we fight with our anguish, then strive with guilt
we look upon the people who have mercy on their side
their glided lives with easy tracks
the mixture of envy and jealousy fuels our beating hearts
for we are not the lucky ones
with only our little strength to pull us through
and even though we are not shown with the hands of peace
we build a desire of strength for our own

A fissure forms, unseen, unheard,
Reality bends, reshaped, absurd.
A shadow whispers, its voice unknown,
I walk a path I do not own.
The walls breathes life, the floor turns thin,
A labyrinth of chaos erupted within.
Eyes from each corners, they pierce,
they stare with longing awareness,
Are they real, or just my mind laid bare?
Colors scream to me in agony
they twist, they bleed,
Truth dissolves to what I need.
Voices merged together, then split apart,
A shattered reflection reflects my heart.
Time walks backwards then stops,
then starts again in a clockwork circle ,
A fragile web of fractured parts awaiting to crumble .
I reach for anchors but they remove my grip,
Each grasp returns me to the same.
Yet through the tempest, faint and small,
A voice persists beyond it all.
It whispers softly, though hard to hear,
"You are still here, despite the fear."
The storm subsides, though scars remain,
A fragile peace reclaimed from pain.
Through psychosis, the mind may stray,
But even in pure darkness
light finds itself a pathway

The symbol of fire reaches out to me
lighting every tree in its path
it finds me near the earth’s soil
it circles a ring of flames around my finger
telling me that I have been given a gift
with a smile of ego across its face
it returns back where it once came from
so now where I stand in the corner of time
whenever I am at arms length of a person
and reach my hand out to them
I scorch myself
leaving a permanent burn mark
that I can’t get rid off
leaving me disgusted of my own capability
of such a devastating curse
and so I try to find a solution
with a bundle of sticks from the forest
I dip my fingertips into them
letting the flames do the introduction
the sparks I had released formed smoke
with every breath I take I inhaled it
leaving gray clouds populating my vision
after this experiment I have done
I began to do it daily
throughout this process I found peace
until one day
I inspired the rapture of a wildfire
as it consumes every tree, bush, and ****
I didn’t feel it circling me
and so as the aftermath came
with smoke and ashes populating the burned down forest
where I laid
I felt satisfied but not fulfilled