My heart is torn, both caught and worn,
My thoughts collide—can hope be born?
Emotions race, I’m lost in space,
As reason breaks in fear’s embrace.
My dreams ignite, then burn through night,
They curl to ash in moonless light.
I ask myself: Should I take flight,
Or stay and rise, prepare to fight?
Hope sways like wind, then slips away,
While fear would lead my soul astray.
Will care reach out, or will it fall?
Do I dissolve, or brave it all?
What’s real can bend, can fade or fold;
Still leaves its chill within my bones.
Like dusk and dawn, I bend and break—
Half-light, half-dark, I lie awake.
And truth may come through quiet speech:
It calls me still, just out of reach.
Do I collapse or play my part?
Do I drown, or chase the stars?
If the end draws near, must I fear?
My chest is tight, my thoughts unclear.
Yet from the storm, I steal a spark,
A borrowed flame to light the dark.
They speak of ends in heavy tones,
But breaking shows me what I've known:
I long for touch, a vow to keep,
A hand to hold, a soul to meet.
So if all must fall and skies descend,
Let not the fall be where I end.
Let breaking shape a softer heart,
Not built of shields but set apart
With one who stands, hand in hand,
When none but silence filled my land.
No hand reached through, no form held true,
No thunder cracked, no heavens split.
Yet still I breathe, I do not quit.
And that, perhaps, is enough—
To stand.
This poem came from a tough time when I was trying to hold on and find a bit of hope. It’s about choosing to keep going, even when things feel like they might fall apart.
