breath of night
that turns to air line really lingered with me, such a gentle kind of release, but it feels completely final.
i love that you felt the finality in it 🤍 it means a lot that it stayed with you 🙏🏻
ahhh 🤍 i’m really glad it stayed with you… that kind of ending is exactly what i hoped would land 🙏🏻
Gorgeous poem ❤️😍 need to read more of your work!
thank you 🤍 that really means a lot ✨
There’s something this poem does quietly it doesn’t describe release. It enacts it. Line by line, what was held starts thinning. What once burned without a name becomes night. Not resolution. Not healing. Just… air.
thank you for seeing it this way 🙏🏻 you described it more clearly than i ever could 🤍
The pain was not deep
was held in front
surrounded and driven
no tears would appear
not deep enough was water
the cold drew the direction
it had to be just one
one chosen not frozen
despair by velocity
faster than the pain could land
but it would not extinguish
not fast enough
there were words still unsaid
promises fading
the night was not dark enough
to stop a racing heart
the last beats at the brink
but he had not come
still breathing and writing
last words he breathed
released by the voice
one tone only
his
he fell into deep night
it was not sleep
it was arriving
he had said what he wanted to say
now he could have taken him
he wasn't even thinking about
the final night
and something finalized
and never woke up
something fell off
the night was now darker
yet clearer and broader
colder but faster warming
older but that day never came
alive but slow
from the very depth
a quicker light awoke him though
🙏🌈
🧡🧡🧡🧡
So Beautiful Diana
Thank you 🤍🙏🏻🕊️🌔
The sense of unfinished business Itself is Always Seen..and the unfolding to nowhere continues 🙏🤍🕉🥰
thank you for your comment 🙏🏻 i’m glad it resonated with you 🤍
thank you for this 🙏🏻 the way you respond in poetry feels like a continuation of the space itself ✨
that turns to air line really lingered with me, such a gentle kind of release, but it feels completely final.
i love that you felt the finality in it 🤍 it means a lot that it stayed with you 🙏🏻
ahhh 🤍 i’m really glad it stayed with you… that kind of ending is exactly what i hoped would land 🙏🏻
Gorgeous poem ❤️😍 need to read more of your work!
thank you 🤍 that really means a lot ✨
There’s something this poem does quietly it doesn’t describe release. It enacts it. Line by line, what was held starts thinning. What once burned without a name becomes night. Not resolution. Not healing. Just… air.
thank you for seeing it this way 🙏🏻 you described it more clearly than i ever could 🤍
The pain was not deep
was held in front
surrounded and driven
no tears would appear
not deep enough was water
the cold drew the direction
it had to be just one
one chosen not frozen
despair by velocity
faster than the pain could land
but it would not extinguish
not fast enough
there were words still unsaid
promises fading
the night was not dark enough
to stop a racing heart
the last beats at the brink
but he had not come
still breathing and writing
last words he breathed
released by the voice
one tone only
his
he fell into deep night
it was not sleep
it was arriving
he had said what he wanted to say
now he could have taken him
he wasn't even thinking about
the final night
and something finalized
and never woke up
something fell off
the night was now darker
yet clearer and broader
colder but faster warming
older but that day never came
alive but slow
from the very depth
a quicker light awoke him though
🙏🌈
🧡🧡🧡🧡
So Beautiful Diana
Thank you 🤍🙏🏻🕊️🌔
The sense of unfinished business Itself is Always Seen..and the unfolding to nowhere continues 🙏🤍🕉🥰
thank you for your comment 🙏🏻 i’m glad it resonated with you 🤍
thank you for this 🙏🏻 the way you respond in poetry feels like a continuation of the space itself ✨