Fourlinegraphia

There came a point in my life when the architecture within me changed. ... I used to build my house out of echoes, shouting into the canyons of other people’s hearts, waiting for their voices to return and tell me who I was. I mistook the loudness of my grief for the depth of its importance, believing every wound needed a witness, every silence needed explaining. ... But after a certain limit, something inside me grew still. ... I stopped complaining, not because nothing hurt anymore, but because my heart grew tired of repeating its sorrow to ears that never truly listened. The disappointments stayed for a while, like rain fading on old windows, yet slowly even pain began to lose its voice. ... And so, the architecture changed. ... The walls within me were no longer built from bitterness or the jagged glass of “why,Whose” but from the soft grey mortar of enough. I learned to sit alone in the room of myself without turning on the lights for a guest who was never coming. ... There was a ...

  Beneath the bruised and bending sky, A hatchling heard the night reply. No answering wing, no shelter near, Only the language born of fear. The fields stretched vast with iron cold, A wilderness too harsh, too old; And in that dark unmothered land, The small life trembled where it stood. *** His cry was but a fragile thread, A note the empty heavens shed. The wind consumed it, thin and weak, No loving beak returned to seek The lonely spark left in the rain, Half-formed in body, full of pain. Too slight for flight, too worn for sound, He curled against the bitter ground. *** Then through the hush of sleeping trees, There moved a shape with careful ease: A mother dog, worn down by years, With milk and sorrow at her breast. Around her, drowsing puppies lay Entwined within the scent of hay; Yet still she heard the broken call That rose beneath the night for all. *** She came not as the hunter came, Nor driven by the law of name. No bond of feather, fur, or blood Explained the mercy i...

  You Called Me Son ******************* I was a house with shuttered rooms, A field untouched by living hands. I learned to breathe through hollow spaces And carry silence like a second skin. *** No voice had ever called me “son.” No hand remained when sorrow entered. I drifted through my early years Like ash beneath a restless sky. *** To live unseen is not true loneliness. It is becoming absent within yourself, A quiet fracture under the ribs, A wound that learns how not to speak. *** Then you arrived without thunder, Without promises or demands. You sat beside the ruin gently As though broken things deserved company. *** You never asked me to recover. You never forced light into the dark. You only stayed, calm and certain, Until fear loosened its grip inside me. *** Slowly, I began to change. Your kindness moved through me Like water returning to abandoned earth, Like rain touching a season of drought. *** You became the ground beneath my feet, The river easing an ancient thirst...

Face every foe; they carve the wiser mind. The harshest words reveal what we must heal. A rival’s strength awakens sleeping fire. Through pain and clash, the human spirit grows. No wall can stand when truth begins to rise. The world becomes what courage dares to learn. See every wound as soil for greater light. Let every fall prepare a stronger step. The hand that strikes may teach the heart to wake. The voice opposed may sharpen inner truth. We meet ourselves in conflict’s burning glass. The soul expands through trials deeply faced. Do not curse storms that force the roots down deep. Great trees are shaped by seasons fierce and cold. The mountain path is carved by countless feet. Endurance turns the weakest stone to strength. One nation’s grief becomes the whole world’s grief. One child in tears belongs to all mankind. No border stops the hunger of the heart. No race can own the sunlight or the rain. The earth beneath our wars remains the same. One sky still bends above divided lands....

  ******************** Like raging waves, my life moves on, Toward the darkened shore of death. Sometimes calm in silent peace, Sometimes storm with savage breath. *** Near the shore I lose my roar, Slowly fading evermore. As I retreat from mortal sand, I write farewell with trembling hand. *** “Never again shall I return,” My dying waters softly mourn. Then I vanish into foam, Like a soul that leaves its home. **** Once I rose, a drop of light, From the deep sea’s womb of night. I saw the moon, the burning sun, And dreamed my freedom had begun. *** I fell in love with wandering wind, Currents carried me within. Through endless waters I was led, Toward the shore all beings dread. *** Seasons clothed me bright with pride, Beauty crowned my rising tide. Thus I grew both fierce and vain, Drunk upon my fleeting reign. *** Seeking gold with blinded eyes, I drowned ships beneath the skies. Islands faded by my hand, Lost forever in the sand. *** Near the coral pearls below, Where pure mer...

I chased the shine of borrowed gold, Counted wealth before my soul grew old. Money spoke with a silver tongue, And I believed every song it sung. *** A woman once stood beside my fire, Not asking kingdoms, crowns, desire. But pride and power clouded my sight, So I traded warmth for endless night. *** Power arrived with iron hands, Promising control of shifting sands. Yet every throne I tried to raise Collapsed beneath my selfish ways. *** Beliefs I wore like sacred skin, Certain I could never sin. But truth moves quietly through the years, Often arriving dressed as tears. *** The hardest lesson fate can give Is knowing when a heart should live. A timely choice, a simple word, Can change a life without a sword. *** Too late - the clock became my judge, Time remembers every grudge. And now I know what matters most: Not the riches men can boast, *** Not power’s shadow, cold and tall, Not crowds that cheer a rise or fall. But love, clear beliefs, and courage true, To choose the...