An Ode to the lasting love

I know we have

Never held hands walking down the streets

Never sang along driving down the east

I know I'm 

Never scared of this distance forever would be

Never doubted an instance whatever may be 

I know You'd

Never deny the hug if we ever meet

Never say good bye before I die in peace

Borrowed Light

The strongest weight you carry is the one

You try to lift alone beneath the sun.

​It is no failure to ask for help

Even the mighty moon

Glows in the borrowed light.

Misjudged

​It is exhausting, this constant negotiation between expectation and reality. 

The weight of carrying a professional image that feels so at odds with my private self. 

When the people I let in the inner circle echo those casual labels.. 

"So boisterous," or "Always has opinion".. it creates a profound sense of isolation. 

A humble expectation that maybe, just maybe, one day, 

preople will truly understand rather than judging the volume of the voice