some people seem to carry heaven
in the way they walk—
effortless, luminous,
as though their purpose
is to remind us of grace
i have not known such ease
my lessons came
through breaking bones of the spirit
through the heavy silence
of unsaid words
through desires that cut too deep
and still—
i do not curse the falling
i do not despise the storm
because what it left in me
wasn’t bitterness
but the stubborn clarity
that love,
even when it burns down,
remains the only treasure
worth guarding
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC
some people seem to carry heaven
in the way they walk—
effortless, luminous,
as though their purpose
is to remind us of grace
i have not known such ease
my lessons came
through breaking bones of the spirit
through the heavy silence
of unsaid words
through desires that cut too deep
and still—
i do not curse the falling
i do not despise the storm
because what it left in me
wasn’t bitterness
but the stubborn clarity
that love,
even when it burns down,
remains the only treasure
worth guarding
