and sometimes I wonder
must meaning always be carved
from ache and aftermath?
or can a poem rise
from a day that simply was
from laughter that left no bruise,
from a sky that asked for nothing?
perhaps not every truth
needs to be torn from silence
perhaps some verses exist
the way stars do:
not because it’s dark,
but because they were always burning.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 5:43 AM UTC
and sometimes I wonder
must meaning always be carved
from ache and aftermath?
or can a poem rise
from a day that simply was
from laughter that left no bruise,
from a sky that asked for nothing?
perhaps not every truth
needs to be torn from silence
perhaps some verses exist
the way stars do:
not because it’s dark,
but because they were always burning.