In the shadows where echoes crawl,
Fragments dancing off the walls,
I see the waves, they rise and fall,
A broken voice, a distant call.
Mapping out these fractured dreams,
Woven threads in silent seams,
The horizon bleeds into the night,
And whispers lost, they fade from sight.
In solitude where thoughts unwind,
I trace the lines that we leave behind,
Every heartbeat, an endless trace,
Lost in the beauty of empty space.
I feel the pull, the gentle break,
Like tides that crash, then softly shake,
The world aligns, then comes apart,
A collapsing weight upon my heart.
Yet in this stillness, I find my way,
Through waves of doubt, a brand new day,
Each step forward, a chance to heal,
In this quiet, I learn to feel.
So let the echoes fade and flow,
And let the fractures teach me so,
For in reflection, I find my role,
A heart reborn, a mended soul.
As I stand on the edge of change,
The horizon stretches, vast and strange,
In the silence, I start to see,
The beauty in becoming me.
Alternative
Reflection, Echo, Fracture, Waves, Solitude, Horizon, Collapse