Nothing to see here

[writteninfolly]

Sound of a new dawn

The earth holds its breath in winters grasp

Trees stripped bare, thin scars against a grey sky

Empty fields swallow the echoes of a bitter wind.

Silence falls, heavy as the frost

A new sound pierces the the frozen tundras heart.

Natures alarm clock

Melodies of birdsong weave through a warming breeze.

The earth slowly awakens

Shaking off the frost.

Impatient shoots of green

push past the tired soil.

Daffodils emerge, tiny lanterns

Shining light on a forsaken landscape

Hope renews, blossoming in the garden of our soul.

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Distorted Reflection

Gazing into a muddy puddle,

a haunted stranger stares at me

eyes hollow,

like broken windows in an abandoned house.

I search the face for something familiar,

some trace of humanity.

the shape wavers on me.

I wait for the sky to open,

tear drops to fell

even one single drop

to send ripples across the surface,

break the spell, prove I’m still real.

the air remains dry and arid

The clouds hang heavy not with moisture but with silence.

A drought of emotion.

No grief. No rage. No joy.

Just this echoing stillness,

a vacant hum behind my ribs.

Sometimes I think the pain would be easier.

At least it means something’s still alive,

Instead there’s a hollow shell.

I blink, the puddle blinks back.

Eerily calm, nothing stirs beneath the surface.

We are both pretending

we’re not already gone.

Like we aren’t both fading, a little bit each day, until the puddle runs dry

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Golden Constellations

Her hair falls like a secret she lets me see,

long and soft,

sometimes tucked behind her ear

when she’s focused,

Occasionally wild and unbothered

when the day stretches long

And those freckles…

God.

I’ve never seen such golden constellations on skin

until I saw her face in the sunlight.

I trace them with my eyes

like I’m trying to memorize

something holy.

For the sake of worship

Or just being so close

to something ethereal.

She laughs like she doesn’t know

she’s pulling the world closer to her with every breath.

A goddess upon this mortal plane

Not fully aware of her mighty powers.

She doesn’t know what she does

to the air around her.

How it slows,

how it softens

just being in her presence.

And I wonder

if the stars envy her,

how she shines without trying,

how she draws gravity

without ever straining

Im most grateful

to orbit something

so effortlessly divine.

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Embers beauty

She has endured days

that took more than she ever had to give.

Life pushed her down

yet she rises once more,

defiant against that which tries to break her.

She doesn’t always see her for herself.

Doesn’t notice the piercing light

that slips through

when her guard falls

Her beauty lies not just in her reflection

But her perseverance

when she’s been worn thin.

There is fire in her.

A persistent flame

that refuses to go out.

Storms attempt to quench,

people try to dim,

yet it still glows,

beneath her bruised hope,

Sometimes just an ember.

a breath of compassion

Could reignite her radiance.

Fires may rage around her

Yet it just refines her soul

A most precious metal

She a beauty carved by tragedy,

strength molded by survival,

A heart that will not harden

When she finally understands

the depth of her own worth,

Watch out world,

Her glow will be brighter than the sun.