This morning the headlines softened,not with answers, but with light.The sun climbed anyway over roofs, over doubts,over a country that has learnedhow to wait without kneeling. Somewhere a first-time voter … Continue reading Fever before the Dawn 2
Fever before the dawn1
This morning the headlines were thunder “Live broadcasts banned, tensions high.”The river of rumour swelling at sunrise,echoes of yesterday’s ballots, not water, but restless shadows in its tide. Can the … Continue reading Fever before the dawn1
The Walls Only hold paint
The Walls Only Hold Paintnot footsteps,not laughter,not the shape of a body that once warmed the doorway.They keep no memories,no soft echoes of names whispered into the dark.They simply stand,blank … Continue reading The Walls Only hold paint
An Altar of tears
When the soul bleeds. It cries. Its just water you say, but your hands and lips tremble. The whimper in your throat gives you away and from the mirrror you … Continue reading An Altar of tears
At the Pulpit
Seeing him at the pulpit, laying it all down. Every burden, every doubt; emptying himself before the lord He took me to that place of worship. A place of no … Continue reading At the Pulpit
The silent Ache
It’s strange loving someone without a place to put that love but you carry it around like a secret that aches silently against your ribs.It’s the kind of ache that … Continue reading The silent Ache
A RUSH WE NEVER OUTGREW
We met in schoolyoung, reckless, untouched by consequence.His eyes, big and bold,always found me first in a crowd,as if the world whispered my namethrough his gaze alone.Tall, dark, and quiet … Continue reading A RUSH WE NEVER OUTGREW
I cried myself to sleep last nightnot because I was weak,But because strength gets heavyWhen you carry it too longwithout a place to put it down. So yeah, I let … Continue reading
HIDDEN FIRES
In palace shadows, Esther walks unseen,Her courage tested where fear has been.Chosen, stretched, misunderstood, yet still obedient,Her life a whisper of bravery, quiet but radiant. Far away, Hannah kneels in … Continue reading HIDDEN FIRES
SOFT HEAT
He comes to me like evening silk, quiet thunder under his breath, a warmth that fills the room before his hands ever dare. But, I like him though he is … Continue reading SOFT HEAT
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