to dock before morn
the luminous moon sailed
across night's dark sea

an indigo sky
presides over our region
on this sunlit day

I live in a state of paranoia, the shame follows me like a plague.

Memories flood my brain like horrific hurricanes.

I wonder what they speak about before they sleep?

I wonder what is said through walls as mumble words softly bellow into my place of rest.

But yet, it is silence that keeps me awake, my brain likes to form the words for me.

“They will speak to you in the morning”

My mind laughs as my heart beats so hard that I feel it almost jump out of my chest.

Stomach in a knot, I’m constantly filled with dread.

Maybe it would be better if I was dead.

She came to me with heavy eyes,
a story of love turned into lies.
A boy had broken what she had built,
left her standing in shadows of guilt.

But queens do not crumble,
they rise from the ground—
I took her hand,
and I fixed her crown.

I told her: *“You are fire,
you are gold,
you are the story
yet to be told.

No boy can dim
the light you bear,
your worth is endless,
beyond compare.”

So lift your head,
let sorrow fall—
you were never small,
you were always tall.

And when the world
tries to drag you down,
remember—queens
adjust each other’s crowns.

... an olive tree,
To give you some shade,
A drop of water,
When emotion dries your throat,
A silent breeze,
When you hold your breath,
Your lighthouse,
When you sail through your storm,
The blood
That runs madly through your veins,
The flood
That spills your wells.
Sweet Darling,
Don't you feel that
I can't stop loving you,
Morning and evening too.
Throughout the years,
I will be
Waiting for you,
If you still want me.