Ode to the Knight of Broken Cups

i wake to the taste of salt on my lips,not from the sea, but from tears unsipped—wine once rich now puddled in the dirt,days i can’t reclaim, nights i can’t convert. the tide has long fled these weary shores,leaving my chest heavy, the grit in it coarse;love’s harbor lies shattered, its lantern dim,and the sea’s... Continue Reading →

Undertow

It comes and goes, this leaving you:like tides that kiss then pull away,a rhythm old, yet always new,that shapes the shore but cannot stay. Some days, the sea lies soft and clear,its breath a lull, its gaze at rest;I almost think you’ve disappearedfrom all the harbors in my chest. But moons still rise, and with... Continue Reading →

Living in the Fog: In the Silence Between Who I Am and Who Was There

For months, I kept silent. Not because I wanted to hide, but because I didn’t understand. I didn't have the words to explain why entire afternoons would slip away without memory. Why, sometimes, I would look in the mirror and not recognize myself. Why I would float above conversations, watching myself speak as if I were someone else. Why my world would suddenly feel dreamlike, muffled, distant. And why, despite it all, I kept telling myself: “Maybe I’m just tired.”

Ad Astra Abyssoque

A dark and stormy night does come once more,A shroud of sadness wraps around my heart,A pain that’s all familiar, I abhor,A cycle that I hoped I’d played a part. I thought that I had conquered it, but no,It rises again, a towering wave,And all my efforts, I’m starting to know,Have proven worthless, powerless to... Continue Reading →

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