Beneath the Quiet Sky

Alone, beneath a sky that holds its breath,
I wander through the stillness of my mind.
Thoughts circle like vultures
around a heart too fragile to hold—
cracked by the weight of wanting,
the echo of what was left behind.

I lay my cards on the table:
aces and spades, a game I can’t win.
Squares and holes,
patterns that never fit—
a puzzle missing pieces,
a story left unwritten.

Hope is a thorn
that pierces as I grasp,
a flicker jabbing at my ribs
just to remind me
of all I’ve let go.
Each step forward feels like a stumble,
a stride toward something
I no longer know.

So I learn to let the light fade,
to release the dreams
I once held like a prayer.
I surrender to the quiet,
to the weight of the night,
to the hollow comfort
of not needing to fight.

For there’s peace in giving up,
a stillness in knowing
that sometimes, to carry on
is to stop chasing shadows
and finally sit
in the darkness, alone.