Poems

Anxiety knocks,
too loud, too fast, never gone.
She is still my home.

Sun warms the body,
every “yes” belongs to you,
freedom is your fire.

Quiet river flows,
I meet myself once again,
radiant and whole.

No past to repair,
patience opens every door,
I become, not move.

Silence calls me home,
not lost but always arriving,
stillness is my path.

Lonely yet alive,
I long for hands, not echoes,
to thrive, not survive.

I bleed into words,
paper holds what skin cannot,
writing keeps me here.

No bed, only sky,
each wrong road is discovery,
I belong at last.

Hope never leaves me,
its roots grow inside my chest,
I rise, unstoppable.

Forgiveness opens,
I walk toward brighter days,
love is home again.

Spirals in the night,
joy and sorrow intertwining,
my soul still dances.

Pain sealed in silence,
explodes into fragile art,
is this curse or gift?

Flames of anguish burn,
yet from ashes I emerge,
bold, alive, transformed.

Alone, I walk on,
into tunnels without light,
trusting there is dawn.