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What Remains

What Remains

It is not about the feast,
but the hunger that teaches you shape—
how to bend without breaking,
how to reach with empty hands
and still return with something.

The world shrinks
until it is one task,
one drop,
one breath—
and still, you carry on.

No grand designs,
only the daily architecture
of survival:
a grip,
a balance,
a moment held longer than expected.

What remains
is not the size of the prize
but the stretch of your spine
toward it.

Suppose

Suppose

Do you suppose the stone wonders
what it would feel like
to dissolve into rain—
to be unburdened of weight,
to forget shape
and fall through the sky
like forgiveness?


Maybe the river resents its name—
always being told it moves,
never asked if it wants to.
It remembers being mist once,
a ghost in trees,
and dreams of stillness
beneath ice.


The mountain does not lament
but listens with patience,
each crack in its spine
a memory of fire.
It envies the cloud—
how it can vanish
without apology.


Couldn’t the flame be tired
of dancing for us?
Always burning
just enough to be beautiful,
never enough to disappear.
It might rather curl up
into smoke
and drift into the lungs of dusk.


Doesn’t the ocean sometimes wish
to forget the moon—
to stop answering
silver commands?
Tides are such old habits;
perhaps the sea is tired
of pretending
it doesn’t long to be still.