My hands, were once dormant, but now bloomand unfold,
As autumn seeps, softly spreading gold.
My fingertips brush against love’s engraving sigh,
A silhouette I’ve touched, carried by the winds’ gentle reply.
Emerging from the depths, where shadows once reigned,
Yet…in the mirror, a shallow reflection remains.
My eyes, like anchors, sink beneath the tide,
Dwelling in the void, where questions reside.
A sanctuary of thoughts that I’ve built around my soul,
A fortress of denial, where acceptance is known,
It echoes with wonder, ricochets and repeats,
This conundrum of a heartache, my own truth to greet.
In this maze, I’ve lost my way,
A prisoner of doubts, passing night and day.
But in the darkness, a spark takes flight,
As embers fade in the dawn’s early light.**
