Sitting by the window,
watching the sky grow darker,
layer by layer
connecting the moon’s scattered pieces,
as it glows through the branches…

I think the power of a poem
is the way it brings you back
to what you’ve already lived

a quiet reminder
that you are alive.

It awakens hidden feelings,
unnoticed moments,
the depth you carry…

We light the darkness

with the remaining sparks of our being.

We tear the chains apart

with the courage we inherited.

With our tears,

We soften the ground

until even wounded land…