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I’ve learned softness in your embrace
Felt the calmness in your voice
Welcomed peace in my solitude
And felt the rage as if being soothed by gentle hands, turning it into something soft, and bubbly, and kind
Turning the fire into something warm, something comforting,
Something like .. love.
One night, I lay on the roof of my uncle’s car,
the hush of metal beneath my back,
the sky a cathedral of stars above me.
I was ten—
barefoot, breathless,
a soft creature still untouched by the weight of knowing.

I gazed upward,
as if the constellations could answer questions
I didn’t yet know how to ask.

And a strange thought drifted through the dark:
Will I remember this?
This stillness, this smallness,
this girl stretched across a car roof
believing the stars were close enough to touch.

Now I wonder—
how odd it is to know someone so well
who knows nothing of me.
She lives in my marrow,
but I am a ghost to her.
A whisper never spoken.
A future never imagined.

She couldn’t have foreseen
the weight I would carry,
the cracks I’d survive,
the nights I would look up,
but no longer feel wonder.

Did she know
we would be alright?
Or that “alright” would mean enduring
a thousand quiet heartbreaks
before finding the strength
to reach for the stars again?

If I could fold the sky and speak through time,
I’d tell her—
You made it. You did so well.
Thank you for holding on when it was hardest.
Thank you for dreaming when the world was still kind.
You planted the seeds.
I only grew from your light.

And to the woman I am yet to meet—
the future self still waiting in the wings of time—
I don’t know your face,
only the shimmer of your possibility.

But I promise you this:
I will keep going.
For you.
Through every storm,
every silence,
every starless night.

Know me
as the girl who stayed.
Who bore the weight.
Who held on.

And when it's your turn—
fly.
Blueberry Ice Sep 2024
Darling, put yourself on a higher pedestal.
You are greater than what you make yourself out to be.
You are smart,
you are beautiful.
You lived even before them,
why not live again ?
For yourself.
Blueberry Ice Feb 2024
I’ve always wondered what pushes Sisyphus to keep pushing the rock,
The struggles it took to bring it on top.
Just to find it at the bottom, and again he pushes it up
I’d like to think he rides the rock
When it rolls down from the mountain top,
I hope he enjoys the gust of wind as he sled down, carefree
And that he was… genuinely content.
And it was actually worth it,
To spend his eternity striving to be happy.
  Dec 2022 Blueberry Ice
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If you don't heal what hurt you,

You'll bleed on people who didn't cut you.
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You look
and a beauty she is
Then she moves, smiles and talks
and the beauty is gone.
    You look
and you don’t see beauty at all
Then she moves, smiles and talks
And a beauty she is!

Beauty is more then what the eyes can see.
It’s indeed in the eye of the beholder.

Shell✨🐚
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