Divers plunge into the ocean of my soul,
sifting through fragments of joy,
shards of laughter,
a mosaic of moments bathed in light.

Love, a blinding star,
grief, its shadow trailing behind,
the death of time unfolds silently,
second after second slipping into the abyss.

Tears carve rivers on my cheeks,
their currents whisper truths
I cannot name but feel—
bittersweet, an ache that sings.

I hold this hurt tenderly,
a fragile treasure,
and wouldn’t trade it for emptiness.

Still, I stretch toward the light,
my fingers brushing
the edges of something infinite,
a hope shimmering beyond the waves.