who
are you
under the weight
of stolen skies?
when the oceans
are chains,
what will you say?
what will you do
when your feet
slip into the earth,
and the earth
asks:
where are you going?
is freedom
a tree?
does it
grow,
or break
when you
touch it?
or does it
whisper
in broken
syllables?
can you
hear it?
or do your ears
fill with
the static
of silence?
do you taste
the fire,
burning in your chest?
or is it
just a name
etched in the walls
of your soul?
how many
shadows
can you count in
a crowded room,
how many hearts
can be broken
before the pieces
ask for their own names?
will you
stand
in the rain
of forgotten promises,
and still say:
"i was never part of the storm?"
or will you turn,
and claim
the sky
that was always
yours to hold?
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 9:27 PM UTC
who
are you
under the weight
of stolen skies?
when the oceans
are chains,
what will you say?
what will you do
when your feet
slip into the earth,
and the earth
asks:
where are you going?
is freedom
a tree?
does it
grow,
or break
when you
touch it?
or does it
whisper
in broken
syllables?
can you
hear it?
or do your ears
fill with
the static
of silence?
do you taste
the fire,
burning in your chest?
or is it
just a name
etched in the walls
of your soul?
how many
shadows
can you count in
a crowded room,
how many hearts
can be broken
before the pieces
ask for their own names?
will you
stand
in the rain
of forgotten promises,
and still say:
"i was never part of the storm?"
or will you turn,
and claim
the sky
that was always
yours to hold?
sometimes the weight of everything feels too much. we carry questions in places we can't reach, and wonder if anyone else hears them.
there's a quiet in the world that speaks louder than anything else.
wouldn't you agree?