Maybe There Was A Fire,

I stood in the forest,

In my solitude,

The swirling breeze,

The only sound,

When I look up,

At the towering trees,

I realize I'm so small,

Compared to the mist,

The bare trace of my silhouette,

Of my warm breath,

There is no knowing,

Beyond this trail.

Slivers trail,

Behind rivers,

Stunned shivers,

Behind quivers,

Foreign, unknown,

Answers unshown,

The moon’s phase,

No trace,

Give chase,

Sun and moon,

Voices croon,

Too frail,

Set sail,

Always prevail,

Too soon,

Watch the moon,

The sun’s noon.

Fortitude

There is helpless heartbreak,

Ripples in the endless lone lake,

The scattering of light,

Swift, unsteady, the wind,

Drifting above the clouds.

It's so hard,

To see the kindle,

The hope,

When you spend time,

In solace,

Solitude,

Till the day when,

The world's upside down,

The water from the skies,

Threatening to drown,

There are soft cries,

Of people who lie,

Who only say,

I give up.

But it is said,

That life's light waits in its stead,

That maybe sacrifice,

Is worth something.

Even if tolerance is finite,

Maybe it's worth fighting,

To face it all,

To save someone,

To know that you tried,

In fortitude.

It is the very existence of time,

Then comes the lingering lives,

The loss of death.

Life is nothing, but a dream within reality. -TheHen

Although we are filled with worries,

There's this presence,

That sways in the breeze,

Creeping along the unknown lands,

Calling a name,

That seems to be familar,

Yet impossible to place.

Maybe we just believe,

That we are submerged in what we perceive,

Maybe we all live in denial,

Of reality's truth.

"It's good to strive for the best, though sometimes, you need to strive for the better." -TheHen

P.S. I know that I can use the quote font, but I prefer this one. Also, you don't have to agree, I'm just sharing 'cause why not?

I still remember the days,

When there was a fire in the hearth.

The single feather,

That flutters so feebly,

In the calm breeze,

As if time would almost freeze.

The softest wind,

That escapes my lips,

The feather rising high,

And low,

From the ever-changing tide,

Of the rhythm of time.

We journey through our lives,

Though no one knows what lies,

In the dark corner of our minds,

That we overlook,

That seems so obsolete,

Blown away,

In the swirling wind that sways.

Constantly crushed,

Our voices always shushed,

The petrichor so fresh,

The pain marked in our flesh.

Likewise,

We will always rise,

And fall.

Despite all the demise,

The hope is here,

The clouds will clear,

The new tomorrow,

Erasing the sorrow.

Despite everything,

There will be ringing,

That calls the changing,

The lingering,

The breaking.

And we will be,

Forever singing.