@fading_stars
LAUGH
Loose and sudden, no apology / A gift the body gives without a reason
GROW
Giving yourself permission to be different from what you were is growth / Real becoming is uncomfortable and necessary and ultimately worth it
RAGE
Running past the point where calm was possible / A wall of heat across the chest and throat
FLAME
Feeding on the air that doubt forgot to close off / Lasting longer than the dark that tried to snuff it out
CLIFF
Carved by wind and water into patience / Leaning over the sea without concern
BORN
Before the knowing, there was only the being, and it was enough / Out of the void that preceded you, something decided to exist
SELF
Seeing yourself clearly, without defense, is the hardest and most useful thing / Every version of the self was doing what seemed best from where it stood
NIGHT
Nine o’clock and already in the heavy phase / Inching through the last hour before bed
TREE
Tall before our grandparents walked this road / Roots further down than the oldest well
PRIDE
Passing through the fire and surviving / Rising like the smoke from what burned
PEAK
Persistent under every kind of sky / Even the clouds cannot completely claim it
SIGN
Something in the pattern points to more than accident / In the recurring theme, a message waits for you to read it
DREAM
Door at the end of a hall I can almost name / Rising up to the surface without warning
LUNCH
Last apple taken from the bowl at one o’clock / Under the stairs where the office has a corner
LEAF
Lifted by October into the spinning air / Even now it holds a trace of summer
TEA
The same mug used since the beginning of winter / Every morning the same small ceremony
SELF
Seeing yourself clearly, without defense, is the hardest and most useful thing / Every version of the self was doing what seemed best from where it stood
RAIN
Rooftops humming a quiet song / And the streets begin to shine
SNOW
Sealing the silence over the whole valley / Not one road in and not one road out
WALK
Wind behind you and then in your face / Around the same corner as a hundred times
AFTER
A new beginning only starts on the far side of an ending / Following the hardest chapters often comes the clearest voice
FEAR
Forward still, despite the shaking legs / Even forward movement feeds the courage
DEW
Dropping from nowhere in the night / Every blade of grass holds one small world
OCEAN
Over the drowned valleys the water is quiet / Cold and deep and moving in great circles
SMILE
Small and given freely to a stranger / Making nothing of the distance between
PETAL
Pale and loosening as the summer ends / Each one a small departure from the flower
VALE
Vapour rising from the early morning ground / A bowl the hills have made to hold the cold air