The storms began—
wild, relentless,
a fevered sky unraveling,
shadows tearing
at the garden’s heart.
Winter struck hard,
its ice a prison,
yet beneath the frost
the roots still burned—
aching to rise,
aching to bloom.
The sun was hidden,
but not gone.
I felt it glowing
behind the dark—
a secret flame,
a promise waiting,
a light to return.
The wind came savage—
a thief, a lover—
shattering walls
I thought unbreakable.
It stripped me bare,
yet in the ruin,
light was born.
No goodbye—
only silence.
Yet even silence
throbbed with your name,
and in that name
I came alive.
Years have passed,
yet the wind remembers.
It stirs my nights,
it drives me restless,
wanting more.
It is not over.
I am still here—
your light,
your storm,
your dawn returning.
When the storm breaks,
I will not hide.
The light in me
will find the light in you.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 6:30 AM UTC
The storms began—
wild, relentless,
a fevered sky unraveling,
shadows tearing
at the garden’s heart.
Winter struck hard,
its ice a prison,
yet beneath the frost
the roots still burned—
aching to rise,
aching to bloom.
The sun was hidden,
but not gone.
I felt it glowing
behind the dark—
a secret flame,
a promise waiting,
a light to return.
The wind came savage—
a thief, a lover—
shattering walls
I thought unbreakable.
It stripped me bare,
yet in the ruin,
light was born.
No goodbye—
only silence.
Yet even silence
throbbed with your name,
and in that name
I came alive.
Years have passed,
yet the wind remembers.
It stirs my nights,
it drives me restless,
wanting more.
It is not over.
I am still here—
your light,
your storm,
your dawn returning.
When the storm breaks,
I will not hide.
The light in me
will find the light in you.
