understanding

The Softness That Stays

In shadowed streets where silence weeps,

And echoes chase the feet of time,

A whisper hums where sorrow sleeps,

“Stay soft,” it sings, “though life may climb

Its thorn-wrought walls and break your skin,

Do not let hardness settle in.”

 

For pain may press with quiet might,

May twist the dawn into the night,

But you, dear soul, are not your ache,

Not every bruise, not every break.

You are the hush between the rain,

The breath that rises after pain.

 

So let it hurt. Let teardrops fall

Like silver bells down sorrow’s wall.

Let it swell and let it sting,

Grief is a wild, untamed thing.

But let it heal. The heart, it knows

How even shattered gardens grow.

 

And when the ache begins to fade,

Like fog dissolved by morning’s blade,

Let it go—release its hold,

The stories pain has tried to mold.

You are more than what you bear,

A flame still dancing through despair.

 

So rise, as mist that greets the sun,

As rivers do when thaw has come.

Rise soft, rise fierce, rise with your grace,

The world may harden—but not your face.

Smile with the soul that’s weathered through,

There’s still a bloom inside of you.

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Copyright 2025 Savva Emanon ©

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Lausa

A DARK VEIL SO THIN,
THE CHASM WIDER THAN THOUGHT,
THE PAIN SOMETIMES FELT?
Author's Notes/Comments: 

If you have ever lost someone that meant a lot to you, I'm sure you can relate. The plane between this world and the next is ever so slight, delicate, and uncertain. It is good to know that and understand never take for granted anything that means something to you. This is a dedication to a good friend.

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Sepia Musing

 
 
THE VOICE SO WEAK AND SO IT CRACKS
GENTLE THE SOUND OUT POUR SO SWEET
THE AGE UNKNOWN FOR LIFE IMPACTS
THE DAY GROWS COLD AND LACKS THE HEAT
TO SEE THE DOG AND FEED THE TREAT
 
MUNDANE IS LIFE WHEN COMES THE FUN
TO WAGE THE WAR THE DAILY GRIND  
TOO SHORT IS TIME UNDER THE SUN
I WISH TO SEE THE WATCH AND WIND
TO SETTLE FOR THE GIFT SO KIND
 
AND FROM WITHIN I RALLY STRENGTH
PUSH ON AND WAIT FOR EARLY MORN  
I FIGHT LIKE HELL TO KEEP ARM'S LENGTH
TO TRUELY KNOW WHY ONE IS BORN
EMBRACE LOVE NOW AND NEVER MOURN!
Author's Notes/Comments: 

To sit and listen to the world around us is a gift. To interpret what you encounter is my gift to others the days may change but the underlying current is so repetitive. Sometimes the act brings serenity. To attain A state of peace is the hope, even for a short period.

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musings on time

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A lamentation for the weary who enjoy weariness

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—Untitled 04/26/2017 [04:26]

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This is a repost from my Twitter platform, created during a specially quirky situation (specified only as an untitled poem, & w/c was done on the fly at around 4:26 AM on April 26, 2017).  This is its edited version.

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Leaving You Once Again (Original)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This song is about the good byes in life/reality especially when it comes to friendships, interpersonal communications, public speaking, etc. It was written back in 2002-2003.

Inside-Out

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