THE WEIGHT OF MY HEART

I’ve dragged my knuckles through shards of glass, let my veins write psalms in crimson mass. I’ve spat my prayers at a deaf, black sky, daring God to answer — or watch me die. I’ve kissed the barrel of regret’s cold grin, slept beside ghosts in my hollow skin. Burned my bridges for a spark of heat, choked on the smoke when I couldn’t breathe. I’ve cursed my name ‘til my throat turned raw, etched the silence into every scar. Loved too deeply, hated harder — watched the darkness pull me farther. I’ve seen angels fall and demons pray, felt joy turn to rust, hope decay. Heard laughter echo inside my chest, then wither to sobs I couldn’t confess. But through the ruin, through the ash, through the weight I swore would always last, your faces rose — my one salvation, my light, my blood, my foundation. ? Dedication To my wife — my harbour in every storm. To my mum and dad — the hands that held me up when I fell. To my daughters — my breath, my fight, my reason. In the silence after the screams, it is your love that echoes loudest.