#selfblamesoul
Everyone searches for love, but never for self.
In the cemetery of her dreams,
she barely recognizes the tombstone of her smiling days.
She thought she was planting a dream,
but she buried her spirit instead.
Now her dreams are ghosts, haunting the dirt.
She chained those restless spirits to a rusted anchor: ‘Someday.’
She buried the anchor deeper to hide the haunt,
not realizing she had turned her dreams into an Immortelle—
a spirit that never blooms, yet never dies.
She buried her failures away from the light,
but in the dark, she only made them eternal.
When normal dreams wither and blame the sun,
hers became a tombstone flower.
she carries a spirit that refuses to rot;
perfectly new, as she grows old.
She wanders a cemetery of her own making,
staring at those smiling days as if they were porcelain dolls—
unrecognizable beneath the weight of self-blame.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 5:41 AM UTC