01
Days passed without measure.
I stopped counting them.
The noise in my head
did not leave at once.
It fought.
It circled back.
It tried to make itself important.
But the woods are patient.
They do not argue.
They outlast.
02
Now the mirror shows
a stranger I recognize.
The same eyes,
but deeper.
The same hands,
but steadier.
03
Another sunrise.
Another chance
to get it right.
And I will.
Because the fire’s back -
quiet,
controlled,
mine.
04
It is not emptiness I feel,
but fullness -
a space within me that dreams,
that stretches its hands toward something unseen,
something yet to arrive,
something more beautiful.
05
Time and again,
we push through the dark,
through the endless turning of days,
never surrendering,
never undone.
06
You resist,
but you will remember me
with each fallen leaf,
each brittle crack beneath your feet.
You will see me in the dying light,
in the shadows that stretch too long,
and you will wish
you had held on tighter.
07
My eyes, open to light,
to the glisten of dew on blades of grass,
to the dance of shadows across the ground,
as if the earth itself breathes,
stretching, stirring,
and I am part of its waking,
alive in every quiet miracle,
every whisper of the world.
08
If only we could
chase the sunset
one last time
and be certain
of who you are to me
and who I am to you
then I can let go
as I know you have.
And we can carry on
with the night
apart, as it had been
cruelly written
09
Your absence pulls the world apart -
a thread unraveled from the fabric of the sky.
I search for you in the curve of the wind,
in the scent of rain,
in the way the earth turns, slow and steady,
but you are always beyond my reach,
like a flame that flickers
just before the dark swallows it whole.
10
Be grateful.
For the breath that fills your lungs,
for the silence that cradles your thoughts,
for the gift of this moment -
unpaid, unpromised,
but yours entirely.