In a cage of shattered glass and splintered gold,
Where bruises stain the evening sky,
I remained in the grip of smoldering embers,
Stirring shadows that murmured questions.
The sun’s once gentle touch has become distant,
A cold and unfamiliar embrace,
And dreams that once navigated through storms
Now unravel in this empty space.
Amid the clamor of a storm-torn sea,
A beacon calls with tender light,
A friend stands as a lighthouse,
Guiding me through the darkness.
I face the dawn with uncertainty,
Where echoes of the past start to fade,
A bird breaks free from its cage,
A heart on wings finding its way.
No longer chained by sorrow,
I inhale the air of new beginnings,
With each step, I forge a new path,
Leaving behind the old façade.
With you beside me, I rise,
Through the remnants of pain and loss,
Together, we create new horizons,
And mend what was shattered, deep within.
reflections of an unquiet mind 