Oh my heart,
why is there this loneliness,
a void that swallows the light,
cold and unwelcoming,
where laughter becomes a distant echo,
and feelings linger like shadows,
fading into the corners of my mind.
I am quiet, yet storms rage inside me,
thoughts whirling like a tornado,
twisting, turning,
crashing against walls built of silence,
each scream unheard,
a desperate whisper lost in the chaos.
Oh my heart,
what is this heavy feeling,
a stone lodged deep within,
anchoring me to the depths of despair,
each breath a labor,
each sigh a struggle,
wishing for weightlessness,
for the freedom of flight.
I search for solace in the spaces between
the beats of my weary heart,
but find only echoes,
and the haunting reminder
of what could have beenโ
connection that slips through my fingers,
like sand, like hope.
Yet still, I yearn for the dawn,
for light to pierce this dense fog,
a hand to reach out,
to lift the stone,
to quiet the tempest,
to hear the unspoken,
to embrace the lonely heart,
and let it finally breathe.