this house feels like a desert.
sometimes i am surrounded
by these four walls.
sometimes
i see a vault of emptiness.
it isn’t darkness.
i am not alone.
for one cannot hide from grace.
sometimes i hear my heartbeat,
but i know
beneath its rhythm
it is only
the echo
of my sincere prayers
and these bluebells remind me
that i am still alive.
you taught us
how to be evergreen mom.
if you knew that
the same bluebells bloom
with every breath you take
you’d realize
the only air
they ever needed
was yours.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
this house feels like a desert.
sometimes i am surrounded
by these four walls.
sometimes
i see a vault of emptiness.
it isn’t darkness.
i am not alone.
for one cannot hide from grace.
sometimes i hear my heartbeat,
but i know
beneath its rhythm
it is only
the echo
of my sincere prayers
and these bluebells remind me
that i am still alive.
you taught us
how to be evergreen mom.
if you knew that
the same bluebells bloom
with every breath you take
you’d realize
the only air
they ever needed
was yours.
