Author: Simona A. Brinson
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Where the Fog Keeps Your Name The cabin waitswhere the hill surrendersto the hands of mist,its weathered wallsstill holding the breathof forgotten winters.The trees stand like old mourners,their black limbslifted toward a heaventhat no longer answers.Even the windmoves softly here,as though afraidto wake the dead.I found youon a morningthe world had hidden itself.The fog wrapped…
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Dew Drops and Sunshine Before the morning finds its voice,the meadow wears a crown of glass.Each blade of grass lifts silver pearls,small miracles that never last.The dew arrives without a sound,borrowed from the hush of night,holding tiny worlds insideuntil they meet the morning light.Then sunshine spills across the hills,a river poured from skies above.It kisses…
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A Garden Tainted My heart is alreadya garden taintedby your deceitand your lies.Even when I close my eyes,I still see them—the shadows you planted,the words you twisted,the truth you buriedbeneath your careful smile.Your lies do not leave quietly.They rise like smokefrom the ground of me,staining every placeI once believed was safe.I wanted to trustthe sky…
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Hold Fast Hold fast to innocenceand your days of youth,to the barefoot wonder,to the unbroken truth.Hold fastto laughter before it learnedto hide,to dreams that still knewhow to open wide.Time, like a freight train,runs hard down the track,carrying summersthat never come back.It whistles through memory,steel, smoke, and sound,leaving old piecesof us on the ground.So hold fastto…
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Disconnected I sleep beside youand still feel miles of winterspread between our bodies,a cold field beneath the sheetswhere nothing grows anymore.Your back is turned to melike a locked door,like a house after fire,still standing,but emptied of warmth.I listen to your breathingin the dark—steady, distant, unfamiliar—and wonder when the soundof the person I lovedbecame the soundof…
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Turn My Darkness Into Day Dear Lord,I am tired.I am torn.I am standingin a storm.Turn my darknessinto day.Lift this ache.Lead the way.My heart is heavy.My soul is sore.I knock.I beg.I need Your door.This pain walks with me.Step by step.Breath by breath.And I have wept.Lord, take the weight.Break the chain.Calm the thunder.Ease the pain.Where shadows gather,let…
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The Space Between Between hope and certainty stretches a quiet sea,Where dreams wear fragile wings and drift uncertainly.The horizon glimmers with a promise not yet known,A path of whispered maybes where courage walks alone.Hope plants its tender lantern in the gathering night,While certainty waits distant, clothed in steady light.Each step becomes a question the heart…
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Love Keeps Calling Love keeps calling,I keep running,afraid its lightwill show me something.I hear its voicebehind each door,soft as rain,then wanting more.I hide my heart,but it keeps falling.I keep running—love keeps calling.Simona A. Brinson Photo by vale on Unsplash ©mylifeinword.com All rights reserved.
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The Sorrow in My Heart The sorrow in my heart is deep,I feel it in the palms of my hands,It follows me even in sleep,And settles where my spirit stands.It lingers in the soles of my feet,Like dust from roads I had to roam,A grief both bitter and complete,Still searching for a place called home.My…
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You Will Hear When the wind blows,you will hear mein the hush between the leaves,in the soft bend of branchesthat know how to bowwithout breaking.You will hear mewhere the screen door sighs,where the old house settlesinto its bones,where curtains liftlike hands remembering touch.I will not come loudly.I have never been thunder.I have always beenthe small…
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