scarlet acorn
My Poem
I’m stitched with light and laced with song,
But some days feel too dark, too long.
A smile can mask a heavy mind,
Still, I hold space to be kind.I bring a calm, familiar glow,
But sometimes lose the light I know.
My thoughts run loud, my heart feels sore,
I carry battles you can’t ignore.My ukulele sings my pain,
In notes that fall like gentle rain.
Each lyric hides a quiet fight,
Each chord a spark that chases night.I dream in threads, design with grace,
Yet wrestle shadows face to face.
Some days I dance, some days I hide,
But I still feel that fire inside.I read, I cry, I start again —
I walk through storms, through joy, through rain.
At home I find my softest place,
To let the tears roll down my face.They call me kind — and that is true —
But there’s a weight I carry too.
I’m fun and loving, bold and bright,
But not untouched by endless night.I’m not okay — and that’s okay,
I rise and fall, then rise each day.
Both wounded soul and healing flame,
A work of art, still learning my name.
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