If I could calm your mind,
thread silence through the static of your thoughts,
I’d sit beside the storm inside your skull
and hum until the thunder learned to hush.
Take the weight off your shoulders—
let me carry the atlas of your worries,
each continent of doubt a feather in my palms,
until your spine forgets the curve of burden.
I will be there,
a lantern in the fog of midnight doubts,
my hand an anchor in the tide of chaos,
whispering: breathe, beloved, you are held.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Lovely poem
Thank you
Beautiful reassurance resides in this poem it is calming and warm nicely done
Thanks again!
Most welcome
Aw this is so beautiful!
Thank you!
This sounds like something my partner would say to me, if he was a poet
Thanks, doesn’t have to be, we voice in our own ways.
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