The DAY'S HEAVY VEIL

 

THE DAY"S HEAVY VEIL

The day hangs heavy, a sagging shroud of grey,
Loose threads of cloud unraveling in the sky,
Whenever you're near, casting shadows that weigh
On my spirit, turning sunlight into a sigh.
Your presence lingers like fog on a forgotten shore,
Dulling the edges of joy, muting the world's vibrant roar.I don't indulge in reminiscing nostalgia's call,
It's not my forte, this backward glance through time's haze.
The past is a river I've crossed, no bridges to recall,
No echoes to chase in the labyrinth of yesterdays.
I won't spill tears on the graves of yesterday's years,
Wasted sorrows that fade like whispers in the wind—
Instead, I gather the fragments, mend the fears,
And step forward, unburdened, where new paths begin.You can shoot me with your words, sharp as arrows in flight,
Piercing the air with venom, aiming for my core.
You may cut me with your eyes, cold blades in the night,
Slicing through silence, leaving wounds that implore.
You may try to kill me with your hatefulness, a storm unleashed,
Waves of bitterness crashing, trying to drown my light.
But hear this truth, in the face of your tempest's feast:
I will always rise, like dawn breaking the endless night.From the ashes of your fury, I'll rebuild my throne,
Wings unfurled from the embers, soaring beyond your reach.
Your storms may rage, but my roots run deep in stone,
Unyielding, eternal, defying what you preach.
For resilience is my armor, forged in trials untold,
A quiet fire within that no darkness can hold.
So cast your shadows, unleash your spiteful art—
I'll rise again, unbreakable, with an unbreakable heart.