Star of Glass

Among a forest of books,
I wander other worlds,
As I dream of things, both real and imaginary,
Within this overgrown, ruined place,
Beneath the eternal sky.
I am here, a broken heart,
A broken star of glass.
Silently weaving, quietly existing,
Till my words touch the pages,
And colors spill out from my stained fingers.
Forget-me-nots sprout from the cracks,
And bloom beneath a twilight sky,
A reminder of bittersweet thoughts,
Of fragile memories I hold within glass stars.
To forget the pain, the sorrow that lingers on,
I let myself become entangled by threads,
The waking dreams I create,
By the worlds I let myself fall into.
A flame flickers beneath my tear-stained face,
A small quiet voice quivers and struggles to speak.
Is that voice the past or present me?
Among a forest of books,
I wander other worlds,
As I dream of things, both real and imaginary,
Within this overgrown, ruined place,
Beneath an eternal twilight sky.
I remain alone,
Longing for a warmth I may never have,
A fragile wish.
I close my tired eyes,
I cut off from reality,
When tears threaten to drown the light,
When it all becomes too much to bear,
Because I am delicate patched glass.
Can you hear the words,
My rusted voice can’t speak aloud.
Among a forest of books,
I wander other worlds,
As I dream of things, both real and imaginary,
Within this overgrown, scarred, ruined place,
Beneath the eternal twilight sky.
I am here, a broken heart,
A broken star of glass.
Forever silently weaving, quietly existing,
Till my whispered words touch the charred pages,
And colors spill out from my stained fingers.
Forget-me-nots sprout from my cracked heart,
And bloom beneath a lonely sky,
A reminder of bittersweet thoughts,
Of fragile memories I hold within glass stars.
A flame flickers beneath my tear-stained face,
A small quiet voice quivers and struggles to sing.
Is that voice the past or present me?
Only ashes remain of the things that burned in the flames,
That brought this place to ruin twice more.
To forget the pain, the sorrow that lingers on,
I let myself become entangled by the thin red threads,
That hold and hang the glass stars above,
By my endless dreams.
I remain alone in this scarred place,
Longing for a fragile warmth I may never have.
Can you hear the words,
My rusted voice can’t speak aloud.
Among a forest of books,
I forever wander other worlds,
As I dream of things, both real and imaginary,
Within this overgrown, ruined place,
Beneath an eternal twilight sky.
Forget-me-nots bloom from my heart,
My rusted quiet voice hums a bittersweet melody,
The words are mere whispers,
Till they touch the charred pages,
And colors spill out from my stained fingers.
I am here, a broken heart,
A broken star of glass.
Silently weaving, quietly existing,
Till I return to stardust;

I Lived

I’m still here,
I’m still here to live.
Here I hope I stay,
Even if everyone else goes.
Here I hope to endure the fire,
Even if everything is left scarred.
I’m still here,
Until the end.
Through the pain and sorrow,
To the joys and laughs.
I’ve been to many places,
In stories of other worlds,
On the open roads.
Yet…
There is still so much to experience,
So much to see and hear.
I’m not at the end yet,
I’m not yet there.
But I’m still here,
Still here to live.
Here I hope I stay,
Even if everyone else runs away.
Here I hope to endure the fire,
Even if a flood comes crashing through,
To wash away the ashes.
Here I hope to stay,
To watch seeds grow.
I’m still here,
Until the end.
Through the pain and sorrow,
To the joys and laughs.
I’ve survived, I’m scarred,
Nearly broken but-
I’m still here to live,
To continue the story,
Yet…
I wish you could be there,
To see me shine brightly.
As I live my story,
As I reach the end.
For that single moment,
I wish you can hear me say,
“I lived.”

Hiraeth

I’m here,

I’m still here.

After the last chapter,

After I read the final words,

After the movie ends.

I feel bittersweet joy,

A longing I can’t explain.

In a world not mine own,

I saw things I never saw before,

I found new things,

I met people not real,

I experienced a life not mine own.

It was my escape,

It has been my escape,

It has been my wings,

It has set me free.

I’m here,

I’m still here.

Even after the chapters end,

Even after the goodbye,

I’m still here to live.

I have never touched the sky,

I have never fell in love,

Yet I have,

Yet I have touched the sky,

And fell in love within another world.

With the dreams, the stories,

That keep my broken heart together.

Tell me a story,

Show me a story,

Give me a story to tell.

For what else can I do,

For I’m here on the sidelines,

I can’t do what you do with my own hands,

But in my dreams, in another world,

I am free, I am a shining star in the sky.

Even after losing those I called friends,

Even after losing someone dear,

Family…

I’m here,

I’m still here.

After the last chapter,

After I read the final words,

After the movie ends.

Even after the stories end,

Even after the goodbye,

I’m still here to live.

To laugh and cry,

To feel joy and pain,

To dream and hope,

To hate and give up,

To win and lose,

To love and grieve,

To do it all again and again,

To write the chapters,

Of the story I’ll leave behind.

I’m here,

I’m still here.

Even as one story ends,

Even after your gone.

I’m still here to live,

Until the last chapter,

Until I close the book.

I’m here,

I’m still here.

After the last chapter,

After I read the final words,

After the movie ends.

I feel bittersweet joy,

A longing I can’t explain.

For things I can’t explain,

For something I can’t touch or sense,

For its there yet not.

It was here before you left,

Its still here now.

I’m still here,

To write the story,

To live…

I’m still here;