Interrelation and Other Works

Tempests

"What a mess I am," she cried out, her voice trembling.
She was a girl navigating a whirlwind,
caught in the welcome of lost nights and fleeting connections.
"What am I doing?" she sobbed, feeling adrift,
her heart heavy with an ache she couldn't quite name.

In her mind, a tempest brewed,
and she wondered how to quiet the melancholia that gripped her,
the frustration spilling out in half-formed conversations,
her emotions a cacophony that filled the room.

She tossed aside remnants of the day,
a child in the throes of a tantrum,
not spoiled, but searching for something,
at a breaking point where the familiar felt both safe and suffocating.

"You don't need someone to rescue you," he urged,
his voice laced with a hope he wished to believe,
wishing he could find the words that might spark a shift,
but knowing change had to come from her own heart.

Beside her storm, he felt lost,
the moments stretched like shadows,
and thoughts swirled around the edges of sanity,
as he watched her weep, the weight of the world in her eyes.

Her family, once whole, felt fragmented,
each reunion a reminder of what had slipped away,
no longer the innocence of childhood,
the warmth of reaching hands, replaced by distance.

Things always change,
and she faced the choice to accept that truth,
to weave her life into something beautiful,
even amid the chaos, knowing she was worthy of sanguine.

Someone had touched her life,
and deep down, she sensed a divine presence,
an unseen guardian who saw her struggle,
who admixed her even when the load felt too heavy.

"I love her," he thought,
a quiet certainty amidst the turmoil,
as unwavering as the stars that emblaze above,
reminding her that her life is a tapestry of her making.

Though the world loomed close,
he understood his own fragility,
the desire to breathe, to find clarity,
while grappling with shadows that threatened to consume.

Together, they faced the ebb and flow of existence,
acknowledging the pain, the beauty, the uncertainty,
because in the end, they were both learning,
striving to hold on to tryst as they navigated their way.