You live in fog and lullaby,
A whisper caught beneath the sky.
A dream that walks, a soul unglued,
A storm of color, sound, and mood.
You feel the ache of things not said,
You speak with ghosts, you mourn the dead.
Your love is vast, your trust is deep
But you dissolve where others sleep.
You give until there’s none to give,
You weep for those who fear to live.
You float between both loss and grace
A tear-shaped mirror, shifting face.
They call you weak, but they don’t see
You hold what breaks inside the sea.
You write in stars, in mist, in sighs
You hold the truth no tongue applies.
A myth, a muse, a breath, a pause
A life that lives outside the laws.
About the Creator
E. C. Mira
I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.
www.poetrybyecmira.com
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Comments (1)
This poem is really something. It makes me think about how emotions can be so complex and hard to put into words. I wonder what inspired you to write it? And how do you think others might interpret these lines differently? The imagery here is vivid. Like the part about "writing in stars, in mist, in sighs" - that's a powerful way to describe expressing oneself. It makes me picture a very ethereal and deep form of communication.