A cloud I was running,
a tree I became,
a whisper, a swirl,
a mist in a dream.

I fly, I cry,
I run, I die;
all in the realm
where shadows collide.

The wind speaks in sighs,
and the stars wear my name,
lost between moments
where nothing's the same.

I rise from the earth,
I fall through the sky,
a fleeting existence
that can never deny.

I am, and I am not,
in the space between breaths,
a shadow of light,
a whisper of death.

I am the dream and the wake,
the stillness and the break.
I’m caught between reality and dream,
where time and breath are never what they seem.

Worn, but never gone,
each breath a battle fought slow.
strength lives in the scars.

Moon peeks from the east,
Admiring soft pinks and blues,
Loves the sun’s artwork.

Shiny little bit
Sitting on my step for me
Thank you Mister Crow

The weight crushes deep,
but my hands refuse to fall.
Fire lit inside

Tears carve through the skin,
but the bones, they never bend.
fire in my chest.

When I am lonely,
the silence drowns, the air is tight,
the world is dim, devoid of light.
My thoughts are waves that crash and roar,
adrift, unmoored, longing for shore.

Loneliness is a hollow tide,
pulling away what stays inside.

When I am alone,
the waves breathe slow, the currents flow,
the open sea is all I know.
My thoughts drift free, the tide is kind,
no chains to pull, no past to bind.

Aloneness is a quiet shore,
where I need nothing, nothing more.