#deepreflection
I keep a match beneath my tongue,
pray the smoke don’t reach my lungs.
Heaven’s light still hits my skin,
even knowing where I’ve been.
Maybe I’m a coward too,
hiding what I know is true.
Maybe I just learned to dance
with doom dressed up like circumstance.
I have begged for clearer signs,
read between Your borrowed lines.
Tell me if this fire’s Yours,
why it burns but still feels warm.
I don’t want to lose Your face
chasing something dressed like grace.
What if what I call a spark
is just a lantern in the dark?
What if I can’t tell apart
Your voice from my own desperate heart?
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:31 PM UTC
One day, you laughed beneath the sun; the next, the world turned cold and numb.
Chairs sit still where voices rang and silence echoes like a drum.
The hands you held, the hearts you knew, are all scattered now in skies of blue. You call their names in dreams, in prayers, and feel the ache that they’re not there. Photographs can’t warm your chest and memories won’t let you rest.
The air feels thinner, the light turns gray; so much you loved has slipped away. But grief, though heavy, does not lie… It shows the cost of love gone by.
A burden, yes… But proof as well, that once this was where love could dwell.
So let the tears fall when they must. Your sorrows’ honest, deep and just. But now, dear heart, you’ve not been left. You’re not alone, though you feel bereft.
All those you’ve lost, they walked beside… Not flesh, not bone, but still with pride.
They live in how you face each day. In gentle words you chose to say. In how you rise though bruised with pain. In how you smile, despite the pain. Their love is stitched into your soul; a thread that still makes you whole. You carry more than just your name, you hold a flicker of their flame.
And though they’ve gone where you can’t see. You are their legacy. You are their tree. Rooted deep in sacred ground still standing when there’s no one around. And even in this shadowed part, you carry light inside your heart.
So breathe, dear heart, just one more time… the climb is steep, the grief, sublime. But grace will hold you when you bend, and love, not death, remains in the end.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 2:23 PM UTC
There’s a place where silence shivers. Not from cold, but from the strain of something just beyond the veil that might be wonder, might be pain.
I stand there often… Breath held tight, one foot grounded, one in the air – afraid to fall, but more afraid of never knowing at all.
Curiosity is a wild wind that hums through bones and pulls at skin, whispering, “go on, just one more step.”
While fear says, “you won’t ever come back in.”
They wrestle in my hollow chest, these two I just cannot seem to tame; one drawn to light beyond the ridge, one burned before and still feels flames.
And yet, the fire is beautiful. It dances, even as it warns. I reached, though ashes cling to my hands; not brave, perhaps, just battle-worn.
To live is not to choose between the aching and the new, but to stand trembling in between.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 11:49 AM UTC