Savva Emanon Poems

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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