The Weight of Power
You speak of strengthas if it is given. As if the worldhands it gentlyto those who ask. It does not. Power is not granted.It is takenfrom doubt,from fear,from every weaknessyou…
The Quiet Work of Stars
The stars do their workwithout applause. No one hears themhammer lightinto the dark. They do not askwho is watching. They burn anyway. Somewhere,a traveler lifts his headfrom a lonely road.…
The Roots Beneath Me
It’s scaryThe realization that the roots,Once a support that nourished meWith hopes and dreamsTo become the best version I could possibly be. They truly anchoredThe pain of betrayal,Worthlessness,Self-destructionWithin me. The…