Savva Emanon

You may not calm every storm,
or heal every wound this world has known.
You may never touch every life,
or silence every sorrow.
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There comes a time
when the soul grows tired
not from the miles it has travelled,
but from the weight
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I do not know
what waits beyond this bend in the road.

I cannot see the shape of tomorrow,
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In shadows cast by time's relentless hand,
Where whispers of the past and future blend,
I tread a path few hearts can understand,
In solitude, where weary spirits mend.
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A love so deep, the universe cannot contain,
In realms where stars and galaxies remain.
Beyond the stretch of time, in endless night,
It shimmers like the moon's eternal light.
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When the weight of the world wraps tight round your chest,
And the days blur with ache, with no time to rest.
When the mind is a maze, and the breath feels thin,
And life drums too loud beneath trembling skin.
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Awake, dear soul, as the dawn softly calls,
Through the veil of the night, the light gently falls.
With whispers of purpose, the morning begins,
A sacred refrain from the depths within.
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There'll come a morning, soft and new,
when life feels kinder, somehow, to you.
You'll wake and find the weight has gone,
and feel within the pull of dawn.
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(Inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson's words)

Write it on your heart, a golden decree,
Each day a jewel, let it glimmer free.
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They said,
"I don't want to be like my parents."

As if blood were a prophecy.
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I have walked through evenings bent with silence,
where the hush of the streetlamp hums my name,
a hero, perhaps, in the whisper of one,
a villain in the frown of another.
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I do not know what waits beyond
This pale horizon's shifting seam,
The road is fog, the stars are gone,
Yet still I follow some old dream.
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In shadows cast by judgments, walk unshaken,
For whispers of others hold no claim on thee.
Be the wellspring where your joy awakens,
A lighthouse steadfast by your own decree.
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In the quiet of twilight, when thoughts softly stray,
I find myself often in a curious delay.
The train of my musings, swift and free,
Embarks on its journey, sometimes without me.
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Sometimes love does not end
because two hearts
stopped caring.
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Love cannot protect someone
from every storm.

You cannot catch every tear
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There were days
I carried more than I thought
a heart could hold.
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In life, seek the friend who is both mirror and shadow,
a mirror, clear-eyed, unyielding to flattery,
offering back the truth,
sometimes tender, sometimes sharp,
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Intimacy is not the spark that catches fire,
nor the fevered moment
the world has mistaken for love.
It is quieter than that.
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Dear Heart,
I know you are tired.
I know there are mornings
when simply getting out of bed
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