a sound like rage
like metal rain
the sound of the dragon
breaking her chains

beneath her wings
the sky in flames
fire in her eyes
as she flies away

subliminal reverberation
of some long-forgotten song
a melody that calls the soul
back to a place we once belonged

darker than night
stranger than time
deeper than tribe
older than words

inflecting language to reflect
an echo of what we have heard

And just like that,
I lost my poetry again.
But my nighttime friend was there.
The moon who holds my desires and fear.
The one who keeps all my tangled thoughts.
Reminding me of the wishes I’ve daily written in the night sky.
All my stories of pain and love,
my sunken dreams and storms.
Yet I told the moon of what I know,
that my loss does not have
to be an end.

And the tears you cried in 2022 water the seeds of hope, love, and healing you planted for another new journey.