In the glass, echoes of yesterdays dance,
Fractured dreams drift in a fog of unspoken yearning.
A blade of thought—cold as winter's breath—
Heartbeat tolls like a bell in the abyss.The world spins, heartless as a midnight star.
Hands reach for solace, but grasp only whispers.
Fingers trace the edges of fading light,
While the void murmurs soft promises of stillness.Darkness wraps me—an inviting shroud,
The final curtain drawn on sorrow's stage.
Life's palette bleeds to muted ash;
I sink, weightless, in the sea of silence.The sun, a weary traveller, falters in despair.
Words unspoken hover like breath in cold air.
Even the sky forgets how to hold colour—
And yet—somewhere, a flicker remains.A hush—
not of ending,
but pause.A warmth, timid,
beneath the ruin's dust,
like something waiting,
still learning to trust.Burdened spirits still carry the ache,
But in that ache,
a pulse—
still beating,
still becoming whole.❅
- In the Mirror, My Ghost Lingers
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_____________After a year of stepping back into the shadows, I am here again—words in hand, heart on the page. This poem closes this chapter, holding the weight of everything I have been through—the silence, the storms, the slow unravelling and stitching of my soul. In the Mirror, My Ghost Lingers is the quiet breath before the next step, a flicker of hope after a long, restless night. Thanks for being here, listening to the echoes, and walking this path with me again.

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the words I kept
Poetry"𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱..." these are the feelings I carried with me, thoughts I held back, scars I hid, and all the words I kept; my friend and my foe. Warning: some may be triggering, dis...