I stayed longer than I wished,
replaying hours in blue shapes,
not too good to live quite well,
not enough painfully to dismiss.
I was afraid to show my strength.
Strength draws others to attack.
It burns under my soft purple skin,
first with doubts, then with dull light.
I patched clumsily the snarling holes
with my trembling hands and three eyes.
I breathed with less oxygen,
in a subtle movement, in a kind of dance.
It seemed to be okay for a while,
until that world pushed me away
from my small elliptical path,
like a meteor in an ending running descent.
I don’t know which stars I pass
or what horizon waits ahead,
but I hold a pulsing thought like an orange light,
that perhaps, completing my way,
I won’t burn,
landing on my new ground,
not helpless, but aware
of my own STRENGTH.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 8:18 PM UTC
I stayed longer than I wished,
replaying hours in blue shapes,
not too good to live quite well,
not enough painfully to dismiss.
I was afraid to show my strength.
Strength draws others to attack.
It burns under my soft purple skin,
first with doubts, then with dull light.
I patched clumsily the snarling holes
with my trembling hands and three eyes.
I breathed with less oxygen,
in a subtle movement, in a kind of dance.
It seemed to be okay for a while,
until that world pushed me away
from my small elliptical path,
like a meteor in an ending running descent.
I don’t know which stars I pass
or what horizon waits ahead,
but I hold a pulsing thought like an orange light,
that perhaps, completing my way,
I won’t burn,
landing on my new ground,
not helpless, but aware
of my own STRENGTH.
For Carlo Gomez
Theme: Sci-Fi
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