What a Difference a Day Makes

Once, it was marked in bold,

a date circled in promise,

dressed in vows

and borrowed hope.

But years have stripped it bare.

Now September passes quietly,

no trumpets, no weight,

just another square

on the calendar.

What was unforgettable

is forgettable.

What was sacred

is ordinary.

The vows dissolved,

the words unkept,

forever proved

to be a fragile thing.

And just like that,

this day no longer matters.

It comes,

it goes,

like any other,

taking nothing with it

but the memory

of how easily meaning fades.

Through the Silence

I lost myself,

progressively.

One wrong turn,

and life unfolded.

Betrayal and lies

left their scars,

yet courage rose,

strength held firm,

even as criticism

tried to break me.

I was gutted by loss,

first my parents,

then a storm of turmoil

that pulled me apart,

leaving me distant

from family,

and everyone

I trusted blindly.

I sit 

in the stillness,

asking…

why those I trusted most

could let me fall

so easily.

Yet, somewhere within,

a flame remains.

Not fierce,

but steady.

It teaches the heart

to release what broke it,

and walk forward,

lighter than before.