Fourlinegraphia

  I do not need to earn the right to breathe, Or fold my flaws to fit another's creed, To win the prize or serve a useful part, To claim the simple quiet of my heart. I am enough, just as my shadows fall, Unvarnished, tender, human through it all. !!***!! Let me look back  the roads I crossed, And thank the heavy winters for the frost, Yet drop the ancient weights I used to bear- The hollow rules, the whispers of despair. The past is holy ground, but not a cage; With clean, untroubled hands, I turn the page. !!***!! No more I wait for validation's sun, Or measure worth by battles lost or won; I love what was, yet loose its binding chain, And shape tomorrow from the calm and rain. !***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!Fourlinegraphia

!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***! We were never born to earn our place, Nor chase the world for a little grace. No crown of gold, no perfect art, Can measure the worth of a human heart. !***! We bent ourselves to please the crowd, Mistook our silence for being proud. We carried burdens not our own, And feared that love would leave us alone. !***! But every wound has words to say, And every dawn can light a way. The past may shape the paths we take, But it need not decide our fate. !***! Let those old voices softly fade, The debts of love we wrongly paid. We can forgive, yet still move on, And find ourselves where fear was born. !***! No more shall we beg the world to see The quiet worth of simply being free. Through all our flaws, through rise and fall, We are enough, without proving at all. !***! So let us honour where we've been, The broken parts, the strength within. For life begins when we finally see: We don't need to become worthy of love. We only ne...

  You descended into the depths of my silence like a pearl diver searching the ocean floor, mistaking the fragile contours of my surrender for a treasure that would forever be yours. You built your empire in the quiet spaces where I once sheltered my ancient grace, mapping the rivers of my patient spirit, dredging gold from my most wounded place. You called it love, and I called it loveshore, until the walls began to close in tight, until I no longer recognised the woman reflected in the fading evening light. You found pleasure in the softness of my stillness, in a femininity you never cared to know, while deep beneath that carefully cultivated quiet, an imprisoned soul was preparing to break and go. I could hear her screaming in the shadows, somewhere beneath the surface of my breath- a wild, wounded creature raising her voice, refusing to surrender to a quiet death. Slowly, the truth began to take its shape: all that I thought was sweet turned into ash. Your affection became a li...

  I walked through years beneath the weight of time, With silvered hair and silence in my eyes; I watched my hopes grow weary in their prime, And learned how truth outlives our cherished lies. I sought no crown to make my name endure, No golden monument against the years; I only wished to leave the world more pure, A little less of suffering and tears. // At last, I felt the quiet call of earth, The ancient soil that welcomes all things home; And wondered if an end could hold a birth, If life could find new pathways yet unknown. My hands grew still, my fading breath grew light, The river of my days approached the sea; Yet something waited in the womb of night, A seed of what I had not ceased to be. // The earth received me, neither judge nor grave, But patient mother, keeping ancient lore; She took the last of what I could not save, And closed the darkness gently at her door. No pride remained, no hunger to be known, No fear of losing what I called my own; The self I guarded slowly...

My emotions fell silent years ago, Like rivers that forgot where they should flow. No resurrection do I wait to see, Just thoughts that never set me free. *** The mind still speaks, the burdens stay, While time steals another day. My hair turns grey, my strength may fade, And life moves on, as all things must. *** I know my days are not my own, No soul can claim time as a throne. So before I turn to dust once more, I ask what I was living for. *** Must I exist for myself alone? Chase fleeting dreams and call them home? Or can I give, before I depart, Something that matters beyond my heart? *** I seek no crown, no immortal name, No worldly praise, no lasting fame. I seek a path that does no harm, A truth that holds, a purpose calm. *** If Nature speaks, I wish to hear; If Earth needs care, I wish to be near. If God has woven a greater design, Let my purpose somehow align. *** I have weighed the truth, the wrong, the right, Through endless thought and sleepless night. I stand with courag...

  Today the morning wears a crown of glowing crystal, The skies are blue, the gentle rivers run nicely. A quiet peace the summer gardens hold, Where flowers bloom beneath the early sun. / The trees stand tall, the silent branches sway, And life seems pretty along the grassy lane. No shadow warns of what is on the way, A drowsy hush, devoid of fear and pain. / Yet where the dense ferns create an emerald shade, Beneath the leaves, where darker shadows lie, A silent threat in heavy coils arrayed Now slumbers deep, where careless feet go by. / A venomous snake king, in peaceful slumber curled, With painted skin and heavy, resting hood, Hides quietly within the glowing world, The sleeping ruler of the quiet wood. / It gives no hiss, it gives no warning sign, Just gentle peace and hidden, deadly power. It waits where quiet pathways intertwine, Unseen beneath the beauty of the green. / For danger rarely wears a dreadful face; It often hides where living waters flow. And what looks sweet w...