Maybe one day
the weight will lift,
and I'll remember
what it feels like
to wake up without a stone
lodged in my chest.
Maybe one day
the silence won't echo,
and I'll stop mistaking
loneliness for safety.
Maybe one day
the mirror won't sting,
the past won't bite,
and I'll stop writing poems
that ache.
But not today.
YOU ARE READING
Soul Notes
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems and short stories that I don't necessarily feel comfortable sharing with people close to me but still want it out there.
