Resilience Hope Poems

I run the miles deep within,
a subdued race, an unspoken intent,
devoid of spectators-- no finish line,
just breath and heart, both entwined.

The shades lengthen along my...

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When a mishap takes place...
I ignored it, and pressed on.
What else to do?
Grace is not always polished.
But I can smile between the screams.

If I stumble,...

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In the shadow of an eclipse, where worry takes its flight,  
The burden of strife can weigh you down,  
Yet in each moment...

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In a realm where kindness has vanished,
Where no light dares to appear,
The echoes of darkness reign,
Majestic and cruel in their sphere.

Sharp tongue, slice like a...

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They seek a label, something to define,
Then twists the truth and paints it all in shame.
It drags the soul beneath its harsh, cold flame,
And whispers...

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A banner flutters in miniature pride,
stars frozen mid-waltz, stripes folding
like gentle waves—
a tiny chorus of red, white, blue.

I imagine the seam of that paper flag,
its...

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When the night is soft and shadows sigh,
I gather pieces of who I've been,
Underneath a silver-breathing sky—
The broken heart, the fractured skin.

I’ve worn the weight...

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Like birds flying high over the world,
Words of love never unheard.
Loud voices echo through different phases,
No mistakes.., Just choices in these mazes.

Walking threads, edge tight...

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I carried stones inside my chest,
Each one a name I could not speak.
They built a wall beneath my breast,
A fortress made of worn-out ache.

I carried...

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I carry a house upon my back,
A fragile frame of dreams and stone.
Its windows cracked, its timbers black,
But still I walk, and still alone.

Each wall...

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Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice.
The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts,
Linger in this place of cult,
Where public shaming is currency.

I...

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Dreams, new and old dreams, we all dream
We all dream of chocolate and ice cream
We all dream of monsters, bandits and angels
We all dream of...

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O classroom once alive with gentle voices,
Where morning greetings bloomed so bright and clear,
I leave you now—stripped of certain choices,
Unheard, unseen, dismissed through quiet fear.

The...

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A heart grown weary in silent rain,
No roof to shelter, no meal to gain.
No gentle voice, no hand to hold—
Just aching silence, damp and cold.

I...

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I crawled through years where night fell fast,
where dawn was a rumor, faint and far.
Each day was a climb up a crumbling wall,
every step swallowed...

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