#tearreflections
a life reflected in my tear— feels like
a whole ocean held in glass, _shattering_
as it dries across my cheek, breath
breaking shallow, thoughts spilling faster
than my lungs can keep.
and just when I reach for life, it drags back—
almost like smoke on a cigarette: each
inhale a promise, each exhale a quiet theft.
so time bites like an apple, sweet at first
taste, but rotting me slowly down
to the core.
wait... I found the colour of prayer
in the grass, my knees pressed low
until the earth became an altar.
to bend is to grow, to kneel is to root—
but the more I chase what isn’t mine,
the more pieces of myself scatter like
loose change, spent out on illusions.
so I pack away the versions of me—
drawers filled with colours, some bruised
like dusk, some bright as flame;
stitched together, I am still made of light,
even if the lamp inside me flickers.
and by the lovely darkness—
my contradiction, my just cathedral—
know my soul will ignite in an instant,
even if the tunnel stretches endless.
because it is darkness itself that makes
light _Undeniable_.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 5:27 AM UTC