Rooted in the heart of wonder,
yet wandering through dim-lit edges,
a quiet echo drowned beneath rising laughter.
I linger in corners with restless dreams,
embers fading in a room that never turns my way.
Each time my heart reaches outward,
it meets a tender distance—
close enough to awaken hope,
far enough to leave a scar.
I keep offering pieces of myself,
small lanterns shaking in the dark,
but her eyes drift past the light
as though I was never meant to be seen.
So I sink into a hollow silence,
storms buried deep behind my ribs,
trying to breathe beneath the weight
that settles heavier with the night.
I’m tired of the aching,
tired of the fire that keeps growing,
burning through my chest
while I fight so hard to bloom.
And even now, in this heavy hour,
my story has not reached its end.
Beyond the shadows before me,
there is still more light ahead
than I can see from here.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 8:47 AM UTC
Rooted in the heart of wonder,
yet wandering through dim-lit edges,
a quiet echo drowned beneath rising laughter.
I linger in corners with restless dreams,
embers fading in a room that never turns my way.
Each time my heart reaches outward,
it meets a tender distance—
close enough to awaken hope,
far enough to leave a scar.
I keep offering pieces of myself,
small lanterns shaking in the dark,
but her eyes drift past the light
as though I was never meant to be seen.
So I sink into a hollow silence,
storms buried deep behind my ribs,
trying to breathe beneath the weight
that settles heavier with the night.
I’m tired of the aching,
tired of the fire that keeps growing,
burning through my chest
while I fight so hard to bloom.
And even now, in this heavy hour,
my story has not reached its end.
Beyond the shadows before me,
there is still more light ahead
than I can see from here.
