Future within the Constellation [poem]

 Your future is a constellation that has been spelling itself across the dark.

You are made of stardust...

Burning alive, until dust settles, glimmering, sparkling-a light that refuses to go out. Out from the stardust you that keeps burning, glowing.

Even after being shattered, smothered in the dark.

You believe in the path ahead, the courage that is your embers, threaded through the meteor showers, soft dawns, gentle rise, a nebula forms.

It is not the distant galaxy we wait for, it is your next breath, the next choice, the next small act of hope-that will tilt the orbit into everything you are meant to be.

Like a star remembering its own fire 🔥❤️‍🔥

The Fireflies Vow [poem]

 To carry your own lantern when the moon forgets to rise...

When wings are frayed, and paths are lost,

and every bridge is dark, can't see ahead...

Do not fret, think of the firefly's light.

For dawn is dreaming through the night.

It is the stitch that mends the wing,

the sap upon the barkl

the starlings still sing,

comfort huddled in the dark,

Even in shadows that loom and creep.

There sits an ancient fire, that never

goes to sleep.

So let the darkness do its worse!

We are like fireflies who's glow courageously burst!

Wandering in the Fog [poem]

 The heavy fog begins to clear; the quiet weight is letting go. The world that felt so sharp and near is softening into a glow.

It isn't miles in a day, but tiny steps into the light-

A sudden laugh, a word to say, a softer sleep through the night.

The color slowly wanders back,

the frozen rivers start to flow; you find pieces that you lacked before.

And give them time and space to grow.

You survived the coldest storms, the longest night you've ever

known.

And now the sun is coming, warm, to remind you have you've grown.

Sparks created from dust [poem]

 I loved you like a quiet universe, a small constellation I carried in my chest.

But even the stars burn out, ours dimmed slowly.

A soft betrayal of a fading light.

I learned heart break in the language of silence in the way your absence echoed louder.

I kept trying to stitch the sky back together, some constellations are not meant to be found twice.

Still… these ruins, this abyss, there is a gentle pulse. A reminder that new life is always formed.

Just like the galaxies that scatter, brighter.

To the ache that made me,

a luminous spark created from dust.

And that’s where I leave you… in the silence you taught me.

It is where my new form begins ✨