Harvest of Resilience
A golden butter melting on warm toast,
tasting of home, a soft gasp wrapped
in sweet memories, a heart held lightly
by rays of summer sun, unbuttoning a gray,
crying sky that once poured icy rain.
Each word, a grain of wheat, golden and delicate,
shooting up from the dust of days turned heavy,
each verse a long sigh, a push on the seesaw
where joy and pain balance,
the weight of secret sycamore—
I share these pieces, begging to be seen,
to touch mirrored eyes
Through scribbled words,
I gather fragments of people—
whispers from cousins banded together
uncles teasing the sharp edges of my tongue
with hugs thick as caramel, blisters of harm,
but soft at the core, waiting to forge raw
In the dark of basements, on rooftops
above dreams, we search memory lakes.
where gusts fly like kites in cobalt sky,
reviewing childhood souvenirs:
bikes grinding up dirt, stones sharp below.
mothers teaching us the strength of greens
and the warmth of scattered sunbeams.
I bleed ink on these scraps,
letting my hands dance across the paper,
mapping the red veins of every wound,
tenderly tracing the shadows of skin—
each starlit expanse a testament
to how fiercely we love despite our scars.
Every sail under sapphire waves.
Every dawn unfolds and grows.
daring to dig deeper,
to reach down past rooftops of fear
finding vulnerability tucked behind bright syllables—
the sharp wings of a butterfly springing
from a chest full of heartbeats, singing.
Every misstep, gasp, and cheer,
reveals the truth that connects us all—
peaceful sea roar, night sky hunger
flame-like giggles and murmurs—
an open gate, a crowd of minds.
sharing pulses until they merge.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2024
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