#what lasts

I’ve been feeling my age lately,

my skin cut into too many times

trying to fix

what’s broken inside me.

My eyes need more water now,

and I feel the aches

more than I used to.

I find myself wanting more from life—

things that matter

while I still have the chance,

a kind of love

that stays.

I feel more honest

in what I say I want.

And I know what I want.

I’m trying not to lose

the childlike heart I hold,

but everything feels

a little heavier,

a little louder.

And life—

it’s forcing me to begin again.

Maybe that’s part of it,

curls of breath in the cold air,

swirling and drifting higher and higher,

until it disappears.

flowers blooming in the spring,

bright colours of petals unfolding,

until their time is gone.

we love many evanescent objects,

and cherish fleeting beauty,

until our heart forgets them.

but what imprints our soul forever,

cannot be touched by human hand,

only seen and felt,

I lost the graveyard today --- Lilith's tree,

Her owls and crossroads; all the souls and shades

I'd call on each night that would wait for me

because I loved them --- are gone. For decades

I searched for connection to our dead kin;

though I'm not gifted with Sight, wasn't born

to walk between worlds. Is a grudge a sin

when it's over all that left you lovelorn

and lost? They came, tore down Her tree today,

smashed Her altar, stole my gifts. It's what lasts

when Love is elsewhere. When Love is elsewhere

it's what I need most. This isn't dismay,

just a sign that Lilith still loves outcasts;