Collection
Poems for Hard Days.
When you need a quiet voice that understands
15 poems
Some days the weight is real. These poems do not pretend otherwise—but they do insist, gently and then with growing resolve, that you are not finished. Arranged from the softest comfort to the fiercest determination, they trace the arc from falling to standing, from darkness to the first flicker of light. Keep them close for the mornings when getting out of bed is its own act of courage.
I see your eyes
Empathy distilled to its simplest gap: seeing someone without knowing their story.
Talk to me
Negation as promise. Listening defined not by what it is, but by the two things it refuses to do.
Though it seems there is
Reassurance built on concession. The doubt is named before the comfort arrives.
The cut it stings
Wound and healing in four lines. The break precedes the mending, and both are treated as inevitable.
Fog
Weather as metaphor for lost identity. Fog lifts; certainty returns.
Don't despair
Light-in-darkness imagery stripped to its essentials. Night reframed as a place, not a verdict.
Lights out
Reversal as revelation. Darkness becomes the condition for seeing a spark.
Colors After Rain
Rainbow as personal metaphor. Hardship washes away the dull; vibrancy follows.
Well there I fell
Wry address to the floor mid-fall. The humor softens the real point: resilience is in the rising.
I fell --
Trail imagery drives a three-beat recovery arc: fall, rise, climb. The dash mid-title mirrors the stumble.
I didn't know
Strength revealed only under pressure. The challenge arrives before the self-knowledge does.
It's often
Strength arrives only on demand. The challenge must draw near before the reserves reveal themselves.
Sometimes
Bravery stripped to its simplest unit. One foot in front of the other, nothing more.
I will keep going
Forward motion reframed as an anti-failure device. The trail itself becomes the guarantee.
Dead of Night
Darkness personified as adversary. Persistence recast as an act of defiance against the hour.