#bymepoetry

[heavenswereabell]

Orlagh and Clodagh

[unfinishedmurmurs]

My eyes caught a glimpse of her

On that dark, lonely night.

It still lingers..the way she walked,

Slow, yet with a steady will.

My soul shivered, as if from cold,

But the more I looked into her eyes,

The warmer it became.

Without a second thought,

My legs moved toward her

As if she were a silent escape.

The closer I got, the more I knew

It was the last time

With the ones God loved the most.

[unfinishedmurmurs]

Peace of Mind

One of the most surprising realizations I've made lately is about the concept of "peace of mind." Every time I thought peace could only be found in silence and a warm atmosphere, I didn’t know this truth: every soul is designed in a uniquely different way.

And my soul? It found peace in chaos.

By chaos, I mean being surrounded by people—loving people. That love-filled chaos was my peace.

Even though this realization came a bit late, I still hope I can reach that peace of mind someday.......

[unfinishedmurmurs]

For Someone Else

My eyes caught a flower—

a red one,

warm enough to bring peace to my heart.

I thought to take it with me,

but I knew—

it was never mine,

and it never will be.

So I left it there,

for its true owner to find

and make it theirs.

[unfinishedmurmurs]

........

[unfinishedmurmurs]

There are so many people around me,

yet none who truly understand.

My soul keeps reaching, searching

for something I might never have.

I tried to bury the pain,

turned my anger inward,

but I couldn’t quiet the cry of my soul.

It’s that ache —

like feeling fresh flesh being cut,

silent, but searing.

[unfinishedmurmurs]

[unfinishedmurmurs]

What's this feeling called?

When the soul and body feel separate,

when the soul is crying for help,

but the body, fragile and worn,

can barely do anything right