The Watchers
In a distant time, where the ocean meets the sky,
A lightkeeper ruled with a watchful eye.
His wife, a vision, in the moonlight’s glow,
Captains sought her through spyglasses below.
Poetry
Washing Away the World
here is a love in the act of care,
In washing her hair, I find a connection rare,
The ritual unfolds, a moment just for us.
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Poetry
Words and Wood
She sat with the storm raging deep inside her chest,
fingers twisting the hem of her dress until it nearly tore,
the clock on the wall ticking slow and loud in the silence,
the words she needed to say piling up heavy on her tongue,
her heart slamming against her ribs like a bird trapped in glass.
Beneath the Stable Rafters
Beneath the Stable Rafters She walked with purpose down the stone-carved halls of her father’s keep,her silk robes brushing against
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Poetry
Hollow Commands
Hollow Commands They speak of dominance yet flinch at true strength,fearing submissives who stand without fear.They want obedience wrapped in
Too Good To Be True
They say good things are too good,
as if goodness must always come
wrapped in suspicion, tied tight with fear.
A gift we hesitate to open,
our hands shaking,
waiting for the explosion of imperfection
to burst through the seams.
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Poetry