"Never should you ever give up" was always her call
My reply was; Darling, what if I fall?

He will catch you, show you the right path
In a moment, my mind was back to the times of drought

I stood, I crumbled, I climbed, I flew
But who was behind this, knew only a few

When quiet-screams echoed in silences
Who shielded (you) wretched, in times of violence

It rains, thunders, it shines again
His remembrance alone will keep you from being vain

A sigh, a tear, and a gentle prayer
Was all, my Darling, wanted to hear.

I am someone who—
Anyone can rely on,
A shoulder to cry on,
A sail to carry them on,
Through the worst of times,
Any time.
But when it’s my turn
To face the tide,
There’s no one by my side.

I have a heart—
That can forgive anyone and anything,
Any number of times,
Over and over.
But never once could it forgive,
If it was I who made the mistake.

500 poems,
I'm proud of myself,
I'm proud of this community,
I'm proud so many people are willing to show support.
I'm happy I found my way here,
But I might take a break,
Don't want to ruin a good thing.

Today, I want to speak to you,
my brother.

You who are feeling down,
who life is hitting hard.

You who feel alone,
or have a broken heart.

Maybe you've been left for someone else,
or what you're searching for hasn’t been found.

She didn’t deserve you,
and what you're looking for is just around the corner.

You’re not alone,
there are many of us,
with the same thought.

The thought of ending this,
and ending the suffering.

But through all the bad,
there’s always a brother.

A brother with a big ear,
to listen,
to what is resonating
inside of you.

I want you to know that you are strong,
and that I love you.

This is just a fall in life,
and soon you’ll tell it,
as something overcome.
I want you to know that we are many in your situation,
and we haven’t given up.

This battle is ours,
and we are winning it.

Don’t drop your hands,
you are worth a lot,
this is just a delay.

We will all get through this together,
and we will come out strong.

The burdens of today,
are the wings of freedom,
for tomorrow.

If you’re feeling bad,
just talk to me.

I speak to you, my child,
so you may let me go,
let me rise to the heavens,
where the angels await me.

I speak to you, my child,
so you know that I am at peace,
so you allow me to continue my journey,
where I am meant to be.

I speak to you, my child,
so you don’t hold me back,
so you let me run among the clouds,
where my path has only just begun.

I speak to you, my child,
so you set me free,
so you let me let go,
where my soul will finally be free.

Father, I have understood that letting you go
is to set myself free.

Father, here I light these five candles,
one to thank you for every gift,
one to thank you for every moment we shared,
one to honor all your sacrifices for me,
one for every inspiration and affirmation,
one to cherish every touch and every kiss.

Five candles that hold all the love you gave me.
Was it enough or not?
It was all we knew how to give.

I let you go.
Rest in peace.
I love you, Father.

The Dark Ailment

The day came when silence consumed my mind.
My mouth no longer had the strength
to speak the thoughts that haunted me,
keeping sleep far from my grasp.

I left behind the warmth that once made me feel safe
and wandered into unknown paths
where flowers bloom all year round,
where the scent of the sea follows you wherever you go.

Where once, a small child took its first steps,
hoping to find a friend.

But the day came when everything was erased,
and a violent new beginning was forced upon the world.
The child had no friends
and was driven back into the loneliness of solitude.

The sea fell silent.
Its scent no longer carried memories
memories of your mother unwrapping your lunch,
saying:
"Come, eat something, Giorgos.
Don’t go into the water just yet, you’ll sink."

Just as the universe itself sank into darkness.
The flowers vanished.
No one felt safe anymore.

No one sleeps now.
Dreams have turned into waking nightmares,
lurking in every mind
that has chosen to remain silent.

It feels like something is eating you
from the inside out,
slowly,
until it’s too late.

There are no sensations.
No dreams.
And nowhere left to go
except for the few steps
this sickness still allows you to take.

Am I not alone,

is there up there on the roof --


a guardian angel?

there it was,
the whole world
at your fingertips
and yet you chose
all the roads of broken glass
and abandoned winds
to plant this pain
in places that ache
for new trees
right here in this home
in this silenced soul
in these tired bones
somehow you chose
to walk with me instead
of running ahead

there it was,
all that I know
about love