Sunflower🌻for Emily: August 2026

Our laughter drifts like morning light,

a melody that warms the night,

in every tear, our hand we find,

a gentle strength, a soul aligned.

Through broken skies, we still remain,

two hearts that dance through joy and pain,

no fleeting storm can tear apart,

the woven threads of steadfast heart.

When silence falls, our voices still hums,

a rhythm soft as beating drums,

in every word, a spark of grace,

that time nor distance can erase.

We’ve walked through seasons, side by side,

through loss, through dreams we’ve tried to hide,

and though the world may shift and spin,

our bond still glows, unscarred within.

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Scarred but Unbroken

You called it love,

but your neglect was a blade,

cutting deeper than words ever could.

Ignored, I became a ghost

in the room where my heart once bloomed,

my voice swallowed by your indifference.

Insults rained like stones,

each syllable bruising,

each laugh at my expense

a reminder that tenderness had fled.

I carried the weight of your storms,

the bruises invisible,

yet heavy as chains on my spirit.

Still, I searched for light...

a flicker of kindness,

a hand that would not strike,

a gaze that would not condemn,

words that would not demean.

But love, twisted by cruelty,

became a prison of echoes,

where I learned that survival

is sometimes the only form of resistance.

And though you tried to break me,

I rise from the wreckage,

scarred, yes...

but unbroken,

my heart still beating

against the silence you left behind.

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