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Kimberlee Murguia Poem
Tired Soul
In the morning light, my bones feel heavy,
Each breath is a whisper, a plea to be free.
The sun spills gold, but I see only gray,
A weary heart trudging through another day.
Coffee steams, but it offers no cheer,
The weight of my thoughts is all I can hear.
Dishes pile high, a mountain of dread,
Each task a reminder of what’s left unsaid.
I shuffle through shadows, I wear my dull skin,
A smile’s just a mask for the turmoil within.
Time drips like honey, too thick to escape,
I’m caught in a cycle, a worn-out landscape.
Even the laughter of friends feels like rain,
It washes over me, but I’m lost in the pain.
I nod and I smile, but inside I’m a ghost,
A flicker of warmth that I miss the most.
The night wraps around me, a blanket of sighs,
I lie in silence, where hope slowly dies.
Each star feels so distant, a flicker of light,
Yet here in my darkness, I’m losing the fight.
Oh, to feel vibrant, to dance with the sun,
But the spark has faded, the battle’s not won.
I long for the moments when joy felt alive,
Now I’m just surviving, not sure how to thrive.
So I whispered a prayer to the universe wide,
For strength in my bones, for peace deep inside.
But tonight I am tired, my soul wears thin,
A weary wanderer, where dreams have
grown dim.
KM
Copyright © Kimberlee Murguia | Year Posted 2025
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Kimberlee Murguia Poem
Walking on Egg Shells
Each step, a fragile whisper,
Cracking beneath the weight of your gaze,
I tread lightly through the shards of us,
Every word a potential storm,
Every silence, a noose tightening.
You wore charm like armor,
A smile that could disarm a heart,
Yet behind it, shadows danced,
Manipulation dripped like honey,
Sweet but thick with poison.
I learned to read your moods,
A chameleon in a world of colors,
Fearing the storm in your eyes,
Dancing on the edge of your chaos,
My own reflection fading,
A ghost in the shell of our love.
But today, I feel the sun,
Breaking through the clouds of your control,
Each piece of me, once lost,
Now whispers of strength,
A quiet rebellion rising within.
I gather my fragments,
Dust them off beneath the weight of your words,
Shatter the mirrors that held me captive,
Rebuild in hues of courage,
Each heartbeat a step away from you.
I’m shedding the skin of your design,
No more a puppet in your show,
With every stride, I reclaim my voice,
The echoes of your laughter fade,
As I step into my own light,
A phoenix, not a shadow.
I’m walking on my own path now,
No more eggshells, no more fear,
With every breath, I’m breaking free,
Reborn in the strength of my own skin,
And you? Just a whisper in the wind.
KM
Copyright © Kimberlee Murguia | Year Posted 2025
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Beneath a dark horizon,
where dreams seem to fade,
I walk through the silence,
in the shadows, I wade.
The weight of each moment,
a heavy embrace,
Life’s trials and turmoil
carve lines on my face.
The path feels unending,
each step a new test,
With burdens unyielding,
I long for some rest.
Yet the storms keep on coming,
relentless and bold,
Turning warmth into chill,
as the night takes its hold.
The echoes of struggle
ring deep in my soul,
Each challenge a mountain,
each setback a toll.
I gather my courage,
though weary and worn,
a flicker of hope in a
heart that feels torn.
Though fatigue wraps
around me like vines in the dark,
I search for the light,
for a flickering spark.
With every deep breath,
I summon my will,
To rise from the ashes,
to climb yet again still.
I’ve weathered the tempests,
I’ve faced down the night,
With a spirit that trembles,
but refuses to fight.
Though drained and exhausted,
I won’t turn away,
For within every struggle,
a lesson will stay.
So here on this journey,
I gather my strength,
Each step is a promise,
no matter the length.
For the dark horizon
may loom ever near,
But I’ll keep on fighting,
I’ll conquer my fear.
KM
Copyright © Kimberlee Murguia | Year Posted 2025
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Kimberlee Murguia Poem
Stuck
I’m stuck inside my own mind’s prison,
Walls built high with doubt and fear,
A place where shadows crawl and whisper,
And hope feels distant, never near.
I fight to chase away the darkness,
To drown the bad thoughts with a brighter song,
But they cling like shadows in the night,
And I find myself lost, all along.
I try to replace the whispers of despair
With memories of better days,
To paint my world in softer hues,
And push the gloom away.
But the weight of depression is heavy and cold,
It sneers and laughs at my small fight,
It drags me down into the depths,
Stealing my peace, stealing my light.
I reach for hope, for a flicker of peace,
A fragile thing I hold so tight,
Yet it slips through my trembling fingers—
Lost in the endless, endless night.
No matter how hard I try to stand tall,
No matter how much I plead or pray,
The darkness always finds a way,
And I am left with nothing but gray.
Trapped within this silent war,
A battleground inside my mind—
Where the good and bad collide,
And I’m running out of time.
And in the end, I wonder if I’ll ever break free,
Or if I’ll forever be caught in this fight—
A prisoner of my own thoughts,
Lost in the shadows, day and night.
Km
Copyright © Kimberlee Murguia | Year Posted 2025
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