Whispering Embers

Smoke clings, shadows unravel riddles. Silence weaves between breaths, soft embers of tired memory.

Dawn stretches across weary skin,
light gentle and unwavering. Warmth whispers beside my window.

Carbon lingers, secrets in every exhale,
etching choices on the air,
a dance hinting at what clings to life.

I stand, fragile but steady. Craving what words can't find,
light and shadow parade quietly.

Hope trembles in unseen corners,
solar lullabies unwavering,
challenging the weight of lingering shadows.

Light spills over the edge,
thankful yet weary,
in the stubborn glow beneath.

Embers smolder in quiet defiance,
mark change waiting patiently. I breathe here; I remain.

--Vera