Where the Edges Learn to Breathe

I am stitched from opposites
Soft light
Sharp longing
The hush of a memory pressed against the teeth of a storm
Your name moves through me
Like a lantern dipped in ink
Glowing and drowning at the same time
Some nights I feel whole
A cathedral of warm echoes
Every window stained with the color of your
Almost love
Other nights I’m a hallway
With all the doors slightly open
Letting drafts of old fears wander in
Like they still pay rent
I keep trying to fuse the pieces
The boy who loved too loudly
The man who learned to whisper
The ghost who lingers between them
Collecting the dust of unfinished sentences
And yet
Somehow
In the trembling space between heartbeat and breath
I find a strange peace
As if the fractures themselves
Are learning how to glow
Maybe that’s what we are
A fusion of wounds and wonders
A quiet alchemy of everything we’ve survived
Still daring to call itself a life

So many obstacles into our path thrown,
A wonder that we can navigate at all.
Everyday a fight to survive,
To make sense of the insanity thrown in our path.
An Indian proverb says :
It is not death
But life
Which is a wonder
In this body of ours...
Indeed, it is a wonder
That we manage to stay sane,
To navigate successfully
Year after year...
(SR. 9Jan2026)
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