voidverses

[voidverses]

Where The Seams Split

An original poem . . . { by @voidverses }

The threshold of mortality sparks a current through my veins—

Weaving the sacred mundane into the fabric of my soul,

until the seams split like cheap silk.

Those I cherish sip from the overflow,

remnants of gold-tinted joy dripping sweet from the fray.

A newborn plane awakens beneath my skin;

the tongue of my predecessors calls me home

to pen and page.

Summer’s heat rouses the chalice of becoming

from a long-forgotten cupboard,

pleading to fill the hollow

before the season of death makes her solar return.

Liberty scorches my senses by divine fire.

With reverent hands, I shape meaning—

the holiest rite of creation.

Through the illusion of loss

I came to see:

I was always the maker,

never the broken thing.

a/n : dividers by @slytherin-pen

[voidverses]

Smoke and Seed

An original poem . . . { by @voidverses }

Bonds of the past—

now veils of smoke,

ghost-touch and ember,

both healing and choke.

The foul breath of ash

rose sharp, unrelenting—

a death made hollow

by hearts still lamenting.

But time, like a tide,

brought season anew:

a name carved in blossom—

rebirth breaking through.

So gaze through the cinders,

and vow from the start:

to honor the journey,

and soften the heart.

To rise with the dawn,

and whisper in grace—

forgiveness not bought,

but chosen in place.

a/n : dividers by @slytherin-pen