Silent space
shattered by love
you keep letting it fall
like a pebble in a well
a splash a distant echo
then you reach down
just to toss it back
how do we climb
when the ground
keeps swallowing our steps
why do i let you be the storm that rips the roof off
and then become the sun
warming the wreckage
trapped in this cycle
of destruction
and borrowed light
and my body a traitor for always
letting you back in
The Ocean’s Weight
You shouldn't carry burdens meant for seas.
Your strength shouldn't carry burdens that deep.
Tiny hands shouldn't hold such heavy things.
It’s cruel in your twos spending more time in hospitals and not zoos.
Tiny hands were meant for toys. Not for needles sharp that pierce and burn.
I see those fragile bones on the hospital bed. Your eyes closed resting after a seizure it’s bittersweet. But even here, my love you are so strong. The strongest in the room.