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life lies on me like a coffin lid

the investment of a strange ventriloquism

where no one has imagined me

or the existence of my

verbalizing impulses of emotion

the structured knowledge of

chemistry and music

I shall go beyond

beyond the humming bird

beyond the giant stars

way, way past the darkness

in the valley

where the gentle tempest rests

and there I shall enter into visions

and claim a desolate sun

who possesses enormous

silhouetted slices of hell

i shall go far beyond the speaking rain

beyond the whispers that have taken up

residence in my mind

way, way past the living and the dead

where ancient texts have wept

i shall stumble far across the horizon

beyond the jagged edges of the world

far, far beyond all known compass

where cartographies of silence

roam

here i shall be made a suggestive space

a womb with a heartbeat

here, far beyond all that is

in a dark place of peace
My strength is not borrowed—  
it was forged in silence,  
hammered by pain,  
and tempered in the fires of survival.  

It does not come from borrowed fabrics  
or shallow wells of comparison;  
it is carved from my marrow,  
stitched into my skin with my own hands.  
You cannot wield my wounds against me.  

I have held them like stones—  
felt their jagged edges,  
their weight pressing into my palms—  
and I have built something greater than suffering.  

Vulnerability is not weakness;  
it is the raw truth of my existence:  
the mirror I no longer fear,  
the voice that does not waver,  
the heartbeat steady beneath scrutiny.  

Speak of me if you must—  
but your words echo only within walls  
you have built to contain your own fears.  

They do not define me;  
they do not alter my course.  
Compare me if it soothes you.  
Measure my steps against your own.  

But know this:  
my journey is mine—  
unshaken by your judgment,  
untouched by your doubts.  

I walk with confidence—  
not from arrogance, but from knowing:  
I have faced myself in the darkest hours,  
and I did not flinch.
"Cartographies of Resilience" is a powerful and unyielding exploration of strength forged through pain and survival. This poem is a bold declaration of self-ownership, where vulnerability becomes a source of power, and scars are transformed into the foundation of something extraordinary. With unwavering confidence, it dismisses judgment and comparison, celebrating the beauty of an authentic, unshaken journey. A reflection of the soul, it resonates deeply with anyone who has confronted their darkest moments and risen unbroken.
aurora kastanias Oct 2017
As I travel through soft white vapours
Gazing beyond aboard flying vessels,
Wheels and wings provided unable
To navigate distant oceans beneath
I wonder, if only Leo could see.

If only he could see the lands from above
Checking though cartographies for accuracy,
See the different shades of water, sandy traces
Delineating margins, contemplate the jungles,
Deserts, mountain summits valley lakes.

If only he could see enveloping clouds,
Hear the roars of propulsion-hunting engines,
Feel his mass be pulled by gravity, his body
Grow heavy as speed increases, light at take-off
Weightless in cruising. Rise higher than birds

Prove there are no limits.

If only Leo could see the colossal planes
Suspend in air, wink at Mona Lisa and tell
Unbelieving acquaintances he was right,
It did not call for a genius to conceive,
Humanity’s talent and capability to fly.
On progress
Jez 7d
In cartographies of fallen skies
A lone constellation dissolves
Silken threads once woven by grave
Now unravel, leaving empty space

In libraries of forgotten sounds
One whisper was so nostalgically found
Echoes of bygone harmony
Fades into an endless silence

But of course in garnden of remembered dreams
I, myself is scared of losing gleams
Petals once infused with essence rare
Now scattered, no leaving fragrance there

— The End —