#quiethealing
Lying down under this beautiful starry night
Fills me with a quiet kind of happiness.
Alone on this silent hilltop,
A glowing lantern beside me,
My favorite book in hand —
It’s the scene I always dreamt of.
For once,
I’ve stepped away —
From responsibilities,
From the noisy world,
From people and their expectations.
Here I am,
Feeling the warmth of the lantern’s light,
Letting it remind me
That a simple, peaceful life is still possible.
This silence.
This natural breeze.
This soft glow.
This time with myself —
It’s all I need right now,
To hope again.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 9:38 AM UTC
Drank a whole year at twenty-four,
Almost thought my liver forgot its job.
Fingertip burns; losing streaks,
******* rivers of regret;
I can't swim through.
Christian tears only fall
When I’m bargaining with God...
It’s human.
Heaven’s promised tomorrow,
The next day feels like hell.
Sunday first, Mondays again.
Fall to my knees, fall out of my pleas;
Jack of all trades, jacking myself up
Just to cope; barter trade myself
Just to get by; I rearrange stars
Behind closed eyes.
Please Lord, take me back home
To that poem— lost in its world,
Far from this broken one, in pieces...
I broke down in my very first poem
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 4:03 PM UTC