All Poetry
The Rise Within
He has fallen more times than he can count. Each time the ground felt colder, each time the silence lasted lo…
He has fallen more times than he can count. Each time the ground felt colder, each time the silence lasted lo…
He moves through the day like a ghost in his own skin. The world keeps talking, but none of it lands. He smil…
He wakes with a storm already moving inside him. No warning. No reason. Just a pressure that makes the mornin…
What Remains He didn’t fall apart all at once. It happened slowly, quietly, in the kind of silence no on…
What the Window Learns of Us The window has watched him for years a silent witness framed in wood and dus…
A Map Drawn in Pencil He keeps the map folded in a drawer no one else ever opens a thin sheet of paper …
The Weight of Small Promises He has never been good at the big promises the sweeping declarations, the vo…