In the cold corners of memory,
Once was
names faded,
laughter in those distant halls,
and chaos
seeking vengeance,
turning hearts sour,
left the multitude of moments,
bound by chains of anger,
yet here we are,
snatching souls
the sake of past grievances,
of hurt twisting tighter.
Those loved, now relegated to ghosts,
their smiles lost to time
In those distant halls
snatched by the darker impulses,
the light,
In the membrane between kindness and wrath,
This Insanity
where understanding once flowed.
What is this
life taking of sorrow,
students of hate,
teaching
becomes a weapon,
too heavy to carry,
across the expanse of our shared humanity.
And still, in a field of chaos
a gathering of souls,
to remember the art of connection,
to trade pain for laughter,
to replace the mind further away,
lost in the murk of conflict,
drowning in fury,
weighed down by fearsthat could have been
like gifts of grace,
Present
shared among neighbors,
each beating heart deserves a chance,
to heal, to forgive, to see.
Here we are empty-handed,
holding our grudges like trophies,
proud of the battles fought with words,
of us,
waiting for the hate, is ready
to break open the earth,
tok the roots of who we are.
Every soul is a patch on this quilt,
Not guilt
stitching together pain and passion,
and just as ,
the fabric tells our tale,
of light and dark,
What would it look like,
to untie these knots of bitterness,
to reach for those who are left,
to mend the holes that lead to unity,
colors that blend rather than clash.
of the lost,
I seek the familiar,
those who once shared the journey,v
who laughed in the face of despair,
who could fill the silence with poetry,
alive with the promise of family,
of togetherness unburdened by ,
now long gone.
Let the tides of time wash away the stains,
let the currents of change redraw our paths,
for in knowing we can choose love,
rather than the shackles of rage,
In guilt cause not giving a
choice,
Voice can
quilt of humanity
where knowing becomes belonging,
Not lost and
Your feature,
Not lost and