To know the sea
Is to yield to its pull—
To ride the current
Is to let it carry you—

Harder to hold on,
Easier to give in...
So why not let it drift away?

At times,
Surrendering to the ocean
Is the better way to stay afloat
Than resistance.

Days grew heavier,
Nights stretched longer,
My heart, burdened—
Drifting, lost,
Aimlessly searching through the blur.

Then I found you.
Resting in your shadow,
Watching, learning—
You kept moving,
And in your motion, you lifted me.

You broke my chains,
Showed me how to rise.
No longer bound,
No longer afraid—
Inspired.
Growing.
Free.

Is this redemption—
or just a reckoning?
Rewinding choices,
reeling in thoughts,
permutations and combinations
of what once was,
what could still be…

Preparing to cast away
years of daily rituals,
the comfort of routine,
as high tides rise,
crashing against the hollow
beneath my ribs.

Is this release—
or another kind of weight?
Should it needs to be embraced—
or must it be braced?

Lips are parched,
Silver threads weave through my hair.
Skin loosens over weary hips,
Time etching its tale with care.

Hormones rage, a silent storm,
Mirror reflects a changing face.
Then it hits—I'm growing old,
Yet the world moves at its pace.

*****, unrested, sleepless nights,
Anger clings, like an old refrain.
A cycle fades, but I remain—
So much lost, yet much remains.

She is strong
She pulled herself through strong winds,
Roots gripping the earth, refusing to break.
She survived with little care,
Drinking from the silence,
Holding on when no hands reached out.

She never complained about the thirst,
Welcoming the sun, even when it burned.
She learned to bloom in shadows,
Happy with the little attention she received.

She stayed, even when neglected,
Spreading fresh air to breathe,
A silent companion when no one else was around.
A quiet strength, unseen yet unwavering.

She stopped withering away.
She adapted.
She grew.
She became more than survival—
She became life itself.

I let him by—into my heart,
I let him by—to make me laugh,
I let him by—to love me,
I let him by—to hug me
To hold me in his arms, to make me whole.

I let him by—to break me,
To carve his name in scars,
To leave me with echoes of touch,
Fading into the silence of time.

Let by the pain,
Let by the wounds,
Let by the memories that linger,
Like shadows in the turning wheel.

And now, I stand alone,
Waiting, watching—
For time to turn backward,
For the wheel to spin in reverse.

I kept on nourishing,
But you weren’t noticing.
I kept on pushing,
But you kept straying.

The more I kept falling,
The more you kept reigning.
Was I just fading,
A name worth erasing?

Hiding, escaping,
But the truth kept tailing.
No matter how far I ran,
The weight was unchanging.

I wished for a better ending,
One where love wasn’t bending,
It was never about winning—
Just a fear of failing.
But my heart left unbreaking.