There are choices I've made that no longer speak, but scream within me
There are choices I've made that no longer speak, but scream within me,
Like winds lost in a violent storm, stirring my silent soul,
I cannot return to them, cannot mend them, but they pass over me,
Like cold shadows slipping across warm skin, leaving sensations of untamed longing.
I regret them in ways for which I have no words, like a sailor who stepped into the sea,
Thinking calm shores mean safe waters, believing he understands the depths,
Until they swallowed him whole, letting him know unknown abysses,
And now I know what it means to drown slowly, not in water, but in silence, in memories that won't let go.
The shore is still there, I can see it, so close it hurts, but I cannot reach it,
Every arm I extend pulls me deeper, every breath I try to steal
Feels borrowed, as if it doesn't belong to me, an ephemeral gift in a secret world,
Now I float somewhere in between, the past beneath me, the shore ahead, but neither close enough
To hold or release the regret that binds me, to dissolve that deep pain,
Like an old song that never stops echoing, a melody of losses and desires,
In this ocean of silence and dreaming, I find myself trapped, between two worlds, without anchor,
Learning to float, to breathe in the space between, to accept that regrets are waves,
And to find in them a silent poetry, a dance of shadows and light,
To let myself be carried, to stop fighting, to become one with the sea of memories,
For perhaps, in this drifting, I will find peace, an answer,
A way to transform the wind's scream into song, and regret into poetry.
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Dan Enache
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